Becker’s Folly
Young man,
you of the combination trousers
and yellow-capped motor
which drags behind it the sluice of your father,
you,
youth,
parlaying before the dawn with
the resemblance of femininity and pure sex,
conniving to set out to
melt into pavements,
revolve through windows,
and pass through timelines,
why don’t you heed an old man’s advice
and keep at whatever
shining beacon keeps you
denying your mortality –
no matter what any foolish old man should say.
-4/25/2016
Words will keep us together 