postgrad symphony

he'll do it in his own time
someone whispers down the line
waking up in the middle
of life includes the riddle

where time's journey to the river
crosses paths with coming hither
glances from lotharian
romancers in contarian

human form. an aquarian
sense filled with  librarian's
musty nooks  he rides net fissures
occam's either/or side ,slithers

eco gnomic noncommitals
keeping dreams in a skittle
basket hung on a rope of brine
discarding them one at a time.