“Greedy”

 

c. 2025 Rod Ice

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(11-25)

 

Greedy in the moment

Wanting more words to fill my page

Before surrendering to the hour

Before letting these images fade

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am

 

Hungry for the conquest

Chasing visions, unseen

Notions conjured up from childhood

Clymer manuals, and MAD Magazines

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am

 

Ready to be busy

That is the condition I prefer

Never willing to sit idle

With my headspace unstirred

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am

 

Since the moment of conception

It must have been duly decided

That I would scribble with my quill

Until the last breath has subsided

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am

 

Ask not what has been chosen

Instead, look onward to the ride

This journey is a metaphor

For swimming hard against the tide

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am

 

Eager for the waking dawn

That is how each day begins

When I rise, cleansed and new

From my bed of mortal sins

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am

 

Friends have most unexpectedly

Joined in the afterlife

Yet I tarry upon the high road

Toward that eternal night

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am

 

Time is fleeting and fickle

I can’t count it carefully, like a clock

But when I hear the crowing

I will obey the feathered cock

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am

 

Call me a confessor

It is of this truth I will speak

On the brink of heaven’s lure

With a rhyme before I sleep

 

A single, solitary man

Of course I am