anthem

tomorrow a new moon rises
my calendar shakes a finger
I falter with my memory
the angelical dead ringer

bring me London
the paste that cakes your shoes
toss me a bone
be the royal muse

sing the anthem loudly
if not proudly
do it just
hold your secrets soundly
tucking words around thee
if you must

nightfall slowly devours
the silence beckons me to come
future days are winking
I am luckier than some

wrap up Rome
with affection and a sigh
throw out the old
bury it alive

penny rene'