these days
i am wondering
about the wisdom of anything.
i just don't see it.
anomie, buddhism, carrots.
not there.
dementia, effluent, foreplay,
nope.
garage sales, harmonicas, inertia,
no.
juggling, kowtowing, lace,
huh?
marsupials, nihilism, orgasm,
nyet.
placidity, quarks, ramadan,
niente.
sloth, tea, usury,
not yet.
verisimilitude, wingnuts, x chromosomes,
nada.
yoni, zorro.
not even close.
i'll wait.
i am wondering
about the wisdom of anything.
i just don't see it.
anomie, buddhism, carrots.
not there.
dementia, effluent, foreplay,
nope.
garage sales, harmonicas, inertia,
no.
juggling, kowtowing, lace,
huh?
marsupials, nihilism, orgasm,
nyet.
placidity, quarks, ramadan,
niente.
sloth, tea, usury,
not yet.
verisimilitude, wingnuts, x chromosomes,
nada.
yoni, zorro.
not even close.
i'll wait.
That poem is 'f'...ing brilliant! The alphabetical bats in your belfry are on the purest, organic, creative hash ever. The innocence of dreams - YES!
ReplyDeletekass-wow! and good morning to you, too! yes, my bats were bouncing around sans sonar for that one. amazing what a large dose of fatigue will do for dissolving the brain/bat boundaries.
ReplyDeleteI think I see the wisdom of that poem.
ReplyDeletewell c'mon, kirk, don't hold back! i would very much like to hear your wisdom.
ReplyDeleteUh...fools rush in, where angels fear to tread?
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