A LIBERTINE SONG

for Pete and Co

I feel a surge of elation but know 

my limit where can I put it, only 

so far I can go?

 

I want to somersault and punch

the air but I am confined to bed,

feels great when memory seeps

back, a placename lions mane

I have to give it its due,un-due-late.

Haven't felt like this in years.

 

A wave of emotion flows through

me like waves on a pebble beach-

time and space and flow a standing

ovation, just days ago I had a suicide 

pact now life’s on a platter 

a matter of fact.

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Poetry doesn't un-

due-late like it used to-

rise and fall in me.