Every Time

"Now" is a given
that too soon is taken and offered to others,
sometimes on whim.

Passion inspires all kinds of excuses
which make fish to swallow bait, hook, line and sinkers.
Now is an art form special to these.

Now is a palace of pleasure which decidedly crashes,
the instinct which flashes "you better get legs."
It's also the sentence carried out by an angel dressed as a nurse.

For cry-now-loud, seize the momentum if there's gain to be had.
Don't blow it, don't leave it, don't let it escape you.
Press it tight to your heart, don't let it stray far.

Sir, begging your pardon, Sir.
You're singing a swan song.
The fatal second just cut short the trombone.