Voices on the Wind Voices on Aging
REMEDY by Dick Bakken After Dorothy Parker’s Enough Rope, Sunset Gun, Death and Taxes I cross new nymphs in New York city Where such damned pedestrians dodge for cover. Yes my youthful heart is prone to be flitty— Scratch one more lover. I crass this lass on Golgatha hillside. Christ! soon from my shamming side I’ll shove her. Within my breast an itching heart abides— Scratch one more lover. I’ve played maids to a tangled garden Where all lost shuddering rubythroats might hover. But so icy my own olding heart will harden— Scratch one more lover. What stabs fear to a pounded breast Is if my tosses nightsweating alone into jilted dark Rise up to bury their injured prides in rest— Scratch one itching heart.