They knew all of 'em by heart, Jack.
Yes, well I love the blue skies, so
when y'all waited and "the blue skies writhed
awhile," well, yeah, I was alright then.
But, Boy, Jack, you really must have
known DOWN. Thus "becoming black with death"
all of a sudden. Alright, maybe not so suddenly.
"Plague," "a boil," "enclosing" ya from within,
it's kinda bleak right from the get-go.
Very unlike O'Hara, who understood
Nick P's strong true dictum,
one can hardly Contradicta,
Happiness is not the lack of sadness; it is what sadness learns to wear in order to shine.Alright, Mate, I have been cruelly hard on you
forever. I think,
and I really need to lighten up
and start being fair.
You had your poetry and
it was likely all you had, eons
too early to partake of reliable forms
Virtually everybody with soul
recognizes in your verse the purest,
most immemorial instincts.
What's my excuse? I have and deserve none.
I owe you an ocean of apologies.