One, Two, Three, Many...

Not even a poem

in this round

left, right

numbers

fired

for the count

I am down

on the floor

as

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

The world is in flames

& I have lost

all senses

to a Fox Trot

in Embassy

trenches

it's o' Danny Boy and

the Blue Danube waltz

Penguin after penguin

in Tux

Oyster shuck

hors d'oeuvres

glassy eyes

lip gloss

& filtered Lights

while we take

another turn

for the worse

as

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

fingers on pearls

important matters are set

in this sort of paltry decor

British rain is Classical

on the frame

it's time

for the sucreries

meaning en Français

our ample desserts

I see hotly

the head server

has lit the flambé

and now we Tango

to height of

ballroom

passion

with our best

Flamenco dancing

fellow comrades

brulé 'd

in secours

as

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

We have ice

out that sparkles

& catches bright

passing glances

of interest or approval

note, note, note, rest

in the side alleys

& we pause

with lips pursed

Champagne?

well, why not

the world is raging

& a toast is

small cold insult

to the ancient Fire

our steadfast march

towards certain

death

makes no toll

in aftermath

for these decisions

made in our wake

we turn again

simply

ol' traditional

family men,

ladies & gents

in account tallying

our own

as

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

one, two, three, four

2024 JUL 28