by Colin James
Discipline is a line of taut bums,
soliloquies for the seated.
Conformation has arrived.
The cart driver will be waiting
at the train station gate.
It is a short journey to the castle.
You are expected.
Introduce yourself generally.
Delve into the claret.
The youngest daughter
may wake you in your twin bed
as you sheepishly sleep it off.
Her sister can ascendantly add.
Colin James has a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from Sagging Meniscus Press. He lives in Massachusetts.