Pizazz Piece
Like Alka-Seltzer
dropped in melted ice,
I rise, blind eyes,
for I am death.
I will be blunt,
no donkey stunt,
though every year I make
the Guinness Book.
I've fed on Jesu
and on Josephus the Jew;
I follow bands
to suck within me notes.
So lady, loiter,
give me a kiss.
I long for life
as much as you.
