#powerball
neither of us won a $1;
our glasses half full
the pessimist half
to
the bottom falls,
to the bottom,
drownded one mo’ time
the unweighted optimist half.
glass topping to the top;
expectant of a refilling retrofitting,
The question is of course,
who would be happier
in the unlikely event
one won?
ponder,
sunder,
the answer obvious
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
O what
an exhilarating
celebration
for something that meant to
happen but never did
O what
a stimulation
to the mind with blowing
solar wind
Who says that dream has to be
solid like gold with wings
Mercury, Mercury
that planet nearest to the Sun
volatile and sensitive
charged with heat
my messenger to the God
burned
Now my world is cold
full of silent sound
So gone with my opulent
submarine boat
But someone in California
is whooping it up
and living it large
His sun will always be
favorable
with those balmy breezes
Let me lament then
to my sunken submarine
My titanic pontoon
My Mercury's cavernous
moaning echoes
My love
for only in grievance
and sorrow, we suddenly
grow old and
bold
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC