Good Riddance to Imprudent Riddance
The yuletide breeze was gyrating, birds migrating
When a tourist flagrantly sniggered and took a swing
Wading through the acrimonious saturation of the horizon
In my soggy eyelids, the harbingers of time beckon
With the phosphorescent shadows of the gloaming
In crimson and in tangerine; a shrill riddance chafing,
That seeps through the notches of rustic persiennes
Summoning an effluent whiff of premature senescence
That clawed into my toppling skin with a vicarious sin
Cloyed in a lethargic nostalgia, just like the current scene;
I docilely surmised another pensive all-night episode
Haplessly cajoling with the ceiling and groaning floorboard
Accompanied by a treacherous bride; this anxious anticipation
That shoves me trampling to drain my arsenal in attrition
And inflect the affable arms of my caressing facilities
From a superfluous card in a paper-cut to infinite amities
That resides in a shrouded house of gambling cards
An elixir to the qualms of abandonment in haphazard
Suffice enough to whittle valiance from my bones
And bid riddance to riddance and sing sticks and stones.
poem by Norman Santos
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