I know what you’re thinking
time to vacate this tar shack
for that mansion in the hills
finish the novel
of your own war and peace
and yet still hopeful
to shuffle the deck
for that next winning combination
though the same cards come up
time after time
as you still laugh at those who once said
a leopard can’t change its spots
and yet showed them one that can

ah the magic of lost adolescent nights
when the craft knew only its own infancy
and your poetic panzers sent primal screaming
out from cerebral Ardennes
a plan of conquest
that’d make the Wehrmacht blush
the enemy only as real as imagination
caught with their pants down
peace fragile as any
finally declared

now the uncompleted novel sits musty
the tar shack sprouted bars
leopard spots once black as ink
slowly bleed to gray
and yet the same friendly voice
that smacked the infant’s rear
calling down from the hills
not time yet wheeler dealer
to tally up the score
and that leopard spots
no matter their color
are still interchangeable
as any deck of cards

© 2001

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01/29/2006

Posted on 01/29/2006
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