Revised sonnet #172
I lean against the silver balustrade
Im boxed in by the marble parapet
The salt and ozone ooze above all sweat
The scent of deodorant a scenic glade
The boss booked big an epic escapade
Im caught in clique I board a chartered jet
As clever company theyre blunt and wet
Theyre proper peers to me theyre overpaid
The plankton light a bit the seething sea
Above the sparkling stars on blackest foil
The moon is mine or mined a claim of me
The boats on moorings bob the liquid roil
To ten the temperature slowly drops
The party night a natural end cops
Chorus drops falls lowers
