Sponging Up Succor
I’m suffering through vinegary days,
as if I’m Jesus at His Calvary.
Arrested from my customary ways
by modern versions of its harsh decree,
I bend beneath the burden of my cross.
Recalling laurels in Jerusalem,
I’m painfully reminded of my loss
who sport a fool’s cap for a diadem.
As I secure my seat at the ballet
amidst the blissful crowd, I yearn for years
of passion, rather than this passion play.
And yet, at intermission, flouting peers,
some Magdalena’s bar libations spoil
me with Merlot, from which I don’t recoil.
Author Bio: Frank De Canio
I was born & bred in New Jersey, work in New York. I love music of all kinds, from Bach to Dory Previn, Amy Beach to Amy Winehouse, World Music, Latin, opera. Shakespeare is my consolation, writing my hobby. I like Dylan Thomas, Keats, Wallace Stevens, Frost , Ginsburg, and Sylvia Plath.