"Cigarettes Kool temper hot outside warm inside not"

Tiger a sonnet for a fellow sonneteer called Shradnikov With a tiger in his tank and a Dodge in his garage But winter in his heart and spectacles on his nose Heaven knows it took awhile to see him through his camouflage To spy and scry his specificities his these from those Of other swingers circa 1965 as he remains Cigarettes Kool temper hot outside warm inside not Moving like a cat and purring like that too Though missing in action out of college that year His journey of a lifetime led him straight home for his pains Where every now and then somebody sees him reappear When I have seen them try then to wash away his stains The rusty trail of blood he left remembered when it rains Moving like a cat and purring like that too Too late when you see tiger eyes devouring you +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX