Rhapsody In Retrograde

Quite a crisis on Haywire Hill
By now we ought to know the drill
It’s enough to make old Murphy ill
Any glitch which can pop up probably will

We’re in the eye of a psychic cyclone
Yes, it’s a mess, and you’re not alone
Regroup until the stormwinds have blown
Retrograde wrinkles all that is known

The state of fate appears a bit perverse
As if we’re under a curious curse
Maybe it’s Mercury orbiting reverse
Or maybe it’s the rest of the Universe

You know, this messenger’s mission
Is subject to being suddenly spun
Mishaps always chancin’ to happen
While I’m chasing Sun under the gun

Say, this empty bag weighs a ton
I’d love to chat, but I’d better run
You may not like the prize you won
Please don’t shoot, I’ve only begun

The payment is tendered in verse
Sent in the form of reality checks
Not nearly enough to stuff a purse
But better tips than the service reflects

I brought my thoughts to the mail slot
Dropped in my cryptic bits of W.A.S.T.E.
Triple-stamped in care of all I’m not
With a request for the greatest haste
Drafts which couldn’t face
Getting replaced
Covered with clues
From who knows who
And tales of ordeals
I somehow outpaced

Rhapsody in Retrograde
Cavalcade of escapades
Rhapsody in Retrograde
Promenade of plans mislaid
Rhapsody in Retrograde
Serenades for renegades

The state of fate appears a bit perverse
As if we’re under a curious curse
Maybe it’s Mercury orbiting reverse
Or maybe it’s the rest of the Universe

September 15, 2016. Category: airlift, Word Jazz.

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