D.F.W.

I dated mostly police.

I hated coastal solace.

In navy posts I flourished.

I inflate the cost of polish.

I restrained my nest-egg worries.

On planes I tested patience.

I prayed for lusty follies.

I betrayed my foster family.

In ways I lost my malice.

I craved a cloistered palace.

I dared say the feast was ghoulish.

I became a tourist: boorish.

Unswayed by mystic knowledge,

I raised a frosty chalice.

I was upstaged and roasted: English.

I obeyed a ghost who’s tall-ish.

The play was close to flawless.

I stayed and missed her no less.

Then one day the fester wasn’t.

I cried: the taste was more-ish.