so Swift, that other shoe drop
my becoming anachronistic
as that opening line
as yesterday’s wear and tear
fashions threadbare the naked
truth of the second stroke(?)
or an endmost cosmic joke
a tee-hee of maybe baby, right damn now!
Or the cynical chortle of corporeal jest
while saving the best last laugh for a 3 a.m.
and thirty below, three feet of snow,
end of the show
So fitting for this expat southern boy