First Timers

Mountain climbers,

Literate mimers

And iambic rhymers

At one point were

All first timers.

You can't look up.

Never look down.

Just don't get lost

Before you're found.

Nothing old.

Nothing borrowed.

Nothing blue.

No happy hello

Nor a pensive adieu.

What's a new boy

Gonna do?

Flash of creamy thigh;

A wistful sigh.

All in due time

Bye the bye.

Do you remember

How old you were?

Was it a quick shot

Or did you meander?

Were you sober?

Were you high?

Whistles and bells

As the train roared by?

A fresh canvass.

A hidden alcove

Somewhere near

that shaded grove.

Time it was

was such a time;

Hues you'd choose,

Mostly prime.

Verlaines and Rimbauds

with ribbons and bows.

Yeah, give me one of those.