river hurtling down the chasm—
do I still try to act my age?
do I still try to act my age?
How
old AM I, anyway—conceived not a few days
ago (mom wondering about the time while dad’s spasm
was at its rampage).
ago (mom wondering about the time while dad’s spasm
was at its rampage).
So
let me count the ways
I may disobey my catechism
that I learned to recite at an early age,
I may disobey my catechism
that I learned to recite at an early age,
before I lost my Book of Mary, all whose pages
blew into the lake. So I could never know Christ risen
but had to embark on the rampageous
blew into the lake. So I could never know Christ risen
but had to embark on the rampageous
stream
of my own life, take up the gage
(with this ring I thee wed) while love's in season
no matter what ripe or green age
(with this ring I thee wed) while love's in season
no matter what ripe or green age
I’ve
reached when I sing my joyful rage
to anyone who’ll listen.
When their life’s at a rampage,
who acts their age?
to anyone who’ll listen.
When their life’s at a rampage,
who acts their age?
