she knows the nights I do patrol,
when winged dreams be sent my way,
and poems bursts like star spangled banners
come drifting always, by muses, angels and devils,
all competing for my attention with indelicate loudly
blabbering screams of “pick me, pick me” for whom-
so-ever get selected may live forever and the rest to die
in moronic neuronic cells singing like Mary, Peter & Paul,
“where have all the children gone, long long time ago,
long time passing?”
T_hus,
she, appreciates the high value target of a Natty
Napping, and though her hate of an unmade bed
after 10 am, is a profundity not to be reckoned with,
for great are her neuroses of anti semetic (me) becluttering,
so half a bed is better than none, and her beastly conscience
is lioness soothed, and her baby cub, needy for rest, so she lets
me post~noon occupy the holy bedded grail, while she absorbs
My Space, the open-the-poetry-writing couch~bed where truly my
best work is usually done
and she can watch the olympics while I compete in the best bobsled
dreaming contest, no half pipes for me, which is how wow! this poem
come to be writ in a single breath~holding world record time of:
15:36.29 minutes.seconds.hundreths of a second
which earned me a podium place to sleep anon, but stayed tuned to see if I won the gold, or the stinker or the bronzed body a~ward of the state, so ciao bella to you geezered kids, and here's hoping that stitch in your side from laughing so hard is just that, and not anything that my require a pre~ambulance arrival of a baby
aspirin.
and done. and done. the swoop has been felled.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
she knows the nights I do patrol,
when winged dreams be sent my way,
and poems bursts like star spangled banners
come drifting always, by muses, angels and devils,
all competing for my attention with indelicate loudly
blabbering screams of “pick me, pick me” for whom-
so-ever get selected may live forever and the rest to die
in moronic neuronic cells singing like Mary, Peter & Paul,
“where have all the children gone, long long time ago,
long time passing?”
T_hus,
she, appreciates the high value target of a Natty
Napping, and though her hate of an unmade bed
after 10 am, is a profundity not to be reckoned with,
for great are her neuroses of anti semetic (me) becluttering,
so half a bed is better than none, and her beastly conscience
is lioness soothed, and her baby cub, needy for rest, so she lets
me post~noon occupy the holy bedded grail, while she absorbs
My Space, the open-the-poetry-writing couch~bed where truly my
best work is usually done
and she can watch the olympics while I compete in the best bobsled
dreaming contest, no half pipes for me, which is how wow! this poem
come to be writ in a single breath~holding world record time of:
15:36.29 minutes.seconds.hundreths of a second
which earned me a podium place to sleep anon, but stayed tuned to see if I won the gold, or the stinker or the bronzed body a~ward of the state, so ciao bella to you geezered kids, and here's hoping that stitch in your side from laughing so hard is just that, and not anything that my require a pre~ambulance arrival of a baby
aspirin.
and done. and done. the swoop has been felled.
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