Senescence Poem by Morgan Michaels
Senescence
Like the Meander, shirking its former mouth
its once-busy basin silted-in
the brain's once-pulsing channels, thickening thin
leave the shores they watered in a drouth;
Along their banks the rank reeds complain
how once the waves did madly come and go
while less and less amply from the bubbling head
and more begrudging, presently they flow;
Where once brisk traffic thronged the busy stream:
rafts, rigs, brigs, the occasional yawl
now all seem a half-forgotten dream
as up and down in memory they trawl
no farther bringing us the world's largesse
allowing us in leaving, less and less.
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4/16/2024 1:27:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
‘Market less’ indeed but isn’t Value in the Market corrupted by the notion of work excluding all from worth who had the sense to shirk it, now, beyond the threshold of expectation, oh, the luxury of this languorous drift no tide to time nor tempest tame no manifest to manage nor surly crew or course to plot for most charts lack detail here except for committed travelers imagining a further passage in a box of chipboard and veneer the sheer pleasures of whiskey without ice fine rum rescued from contaminating coke joy without the heady swing where sad and happy meet to share a cry the option to raise the bar to ‘thrill’ still there with pharmaceutical stimuli.