trolling bait wriggling under the moonlight
in the backseat of a sixty-five dodge dart
on the banks of the Rouge in Pontiac
Mich on a cold night
on a lonesome dirt road
with  sacks of sand  in the trunk
in case we got stuck
a long time ago
hope you think a time or two about that
like I do , Sue.

People across the globe
Are enjoying my poetry

Well that is really
Something else

Maybe just a few
But that is exciting to me

I see people
I hear sounds
But these people
Don't talk to me

Where are they going?
And what are they doing?
Who knows

Some have work
In the morning

While others will stay
Up late
For a hot and steamy
Night of college ***

Good to know
That that turkey wrap
Can be relied upon

Quality turkey
And spinach

Nigel the dog
Has his own twitter

He is owned by Monty Don
British television presenter
Writer and speaker
On horticulture

I jump from one thought
To the next

The ideas have
No connection

Just as a day
Is remembered
In small segments

Random
And usually disconnected

from outside like I was drowning out
floundering in the undertow of life's surf
waves continuously  over my head crashing
gulps of salt sea breaking my will to live
rocks threatening to break me open
with every crest every surge
like an oyster about to be opened
swallowed salty like life is
one gulp more and I may have been
then
I rose like Poseidon
calmed the surf
took the waves in  my hand and threw  them back
walked head above the crests proud farther into the depths        
into the deepest depth upside down mountains
no man has been to before holding my breath for my eternal
salvation
and washed  up a mere mortal
on the coral banks under swaying palms
and mermaids
naked *******
in
arms
of rest
and tans
a mere saved
mortal
again

My contribution
To society
Has been minimal

I live without plans
Without goals

Born into a prosperous society
Born into a prosperous family

Lazy
I suppose so, yes

I admire the workers
Of the world
Who toil
Who must toil
To eat

To put food
Into their mouths

I admire those
Who are committed
To something good

Doctors or nurses
Farmers
Whatever it may be

As for me
I hardly contribute
At all
To this society

It's just
I have no need to

Let others achieve
Let others work

The basic necessities
Of life
Have been provided

And so
I will work
Twice a week at most

There are my documentaries
They interest me

I don't need more
I'm just going to do
The minimum

Relax and rest

I'm not here
To make a big commitment

No plans
For a career

numbers already proven to be
larger than the smallest infinity
a set ( of things, people, possibly
perhaps chances too)
more than one point is always
one
an innate expectation (probability
deducted to be seventy percent)
part of evolution
part of the stream that flows from
(the sun, star births, carried into)
infinity with smaller bursts
childbirth,
death,
ad nauseum

A pink sunset
Dance of the  swans
In azure lake
The wind  is whispering
With trees
Nature is so full of beauty
Near me
A few herons