off preclusions

band of gold
string of pearls
pieces of eight,
is all so cheap
when life is great. . .

open road
wings of fire
or moneyed hands,
just can't outlast
what time withstands. . .

roll me past
some small pretense
of sudden sorrow,
cuts no ice
upon the morrow. . .

call me out
if you need me
i'm howling at the moon,
take your time
i guess its not too soon. ..

1978