Vivant Or Not Vivant?


Yes, I saw him swan his way towards the big swim, 

Sweating alcohol, 

Wearing a cherubic, fresh, flesh collar 

And mouthing something. 

It’s funny, 

It seemed vivid at the time, 

But I can’t recall his words. 

My recollections are confused by the sum of it all, 

Lacking quality and substance, 

His very presence held erect by quantity.

A large grin, 

A large girl, 

Large words, 

A crimson, cheeky yell

At the street and its people. 

But you won’t catch him today Annie, 

Not as he is, 

Riding the mass of that swell.  


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