Shooting Rapids In The Time Stream

Steady rain swirled, pooled,

and eddied around rolled

up pant legs skinny ankles, which

immediately felt cold

before undertow willingly

steadily, and nimbly pulled this former

ace swimmer into watery fold

quelling, relinquishing, and taking

my hard won mettle of gold

earned early in primetime, now

at last...preemptive quiescent salvation

sluiced into unbarred

Davy Jones's locker hold

all me eager life possessions

long since donated and/or sold,

thus the final countdown

found yours truly submerged

for no rhyme, nor reason told

as I blissfully headed into the webbed

wide woebegone watery wold,

of course said dreamy forevermore

hoary idyll mere

reverie of this stevedore

"FAKE," & figuratively, hypothetically,

and imaginatively furthermore,

yaws true well lee washed away

in briny deep pull lore

ably tipped, gypped,

and drowned ma poor

body electric far from shore,

soaking wet tha top n bot hum

'o me soggy mossy noggin,

wharf fanta seas no longer

will eyes explore

waterlogged optima gills, this papa

wet tin his every pore,

this March 21st, 2019

(ewe could Hermes faintly

bleating after mighty roar)

of ocean riptide off back

offload mein kampf bon jure,

buffer dis future

papa gets tubby old,

and senile, who would

bean imposing chore,

asper deux marriageable

daughters tubby saddled,

reined in upon, and

bridled to endure

caretaking role asper,

this former stevedore

whose existence also spent

teaching many a bore from Bangalore!