And we take a mode of transience today, seeking
ephemerality as a means t’ transcend th’ rigidity I
fear had harnessed me, claiming its not my style t’
be yoked in staid, conventional aphorisms minted
by an age of bronze reason - whoever coined that
phrase must congruously live in need of polishing;
seriously, I prefer a stainless steel utility where the
accent is getting to tomorrow - at least unscathed
Altho I’d comprehend getting down t’ brass tacks
when the going gets tougher’n that wrack of what
we’d like t’ see as common sense; I won’t forget I
came from similar ranks, and walked on the same
tracks where we learned that ‘futility’ & ‘utility’ not
only rhyme but often they meant exactly th’ same
© 20 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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