Mi contessa, it weren’t the wheels off

 

(EX-ARMY FOOTBALL STAR, IN VIETNAM, CALLS FOR AN AIR STRIKE ON OWN POSITION)
it were the brakes, and

i’ve been

                                                 (one wants to want to think, so
on the 3-speed past the fountain
                                                 (whizzz whizzz whirrr whirrr
                                                 (hup-two-three-four
i’ve seen (beware) the laughing
                                                 (kookaburra kookaburra
the red bicycles have brakes
                                                 (mine into the fountain like so many coins
or
off fell the blue brakes
                                                 (i shall open an empty wallet
yours are wheels sound and round and true
                                                 (you have children to bear
i, the other side, too harried to pedal

                                                 (i have a body to bury

roll endover … endover … end
                                                 (hurry, child, you must’n’t tarry
end end end
                                                 (not simply “a,” but yours
hence,
                                                 (on your marks, get set
commence,
                                                 (put it right on my smoke
this the decade of desire
                                                 (it must bear a name
the belly,
the aches
                                                 (fire for effect, on my pos
the get ready
the get set
                                                 (damn the torpedos
move out smartly,
soldier

                                                 (he who hesitates is lost

having made new bold decisions
                                                 (stick with the plan, stick with the plan, stay the course
we must make the necessary incisions
                                                 (i had a plan, i swear i did, it’s here in my pocket
we must wait the allotted times
                                                 (them more or less
we will sing the appropriate rhymes
                                                 (there shall be bridges, all fall down
and a child shall sing to us

bang

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