**** the utter confusedness
of this ten-twenty season,
everything happens for a reason
my *** -
**** happens, rather, and we
find the reasons - whether
our stories have that
sass is ultimately up to us
and our inborn criticisms.

Words are pouring out of this orifice
artifice, I dare you -
so please don't encourage
me now, it is only
for the good of the children
that I shut my mouth
around you,
until then I beg
to the spaces of Hope for
utter mercy -

because I do love you.

There are innumerable
details to string together about
order in/and disturbance
can be abhorrent
with each egregious
sentiment and
decibel mounting.

It doesn't make sense - no
of course not! Orca!
Random and unique
pains to the heart
that plague us like sea-whales
that are neither
fish nor sharks in my dreams,

not that you care.

The muses prowl
me in twos. Fascinate in threes and
disgrace themselves in fours. Like
families, when they
don't succeed.
When they fail to carry
forward what they
breed in some kind
of light for the
(unanimously) distraught soul.

Don't you agree? Raise
your hand and stop
complaining out
there in the stands
you - there - the rabble -
yes, you.

There is no getting it on
in the panopticon.

Are we making ourselves clear?
Have you noticed that
psychosis has taken
BOTH your dear poet
and your fear?
You won't read her lines,
so I doubt you will
care - despite your
undying love
for her.

No! That was not
facetious, not to you,
never on purpose, never
to hurt - there
are dos and don'ts -
when will
we ever learn?

But we have digressed
too many times to worry
now about the what
of what we're trying
to say I and do
believe

that words on the
page prove the
spirit's existence and
whatever "they" call
it matters not an
amoeba's ***.
See this thought?
All the intricacies
in all the universes
could not compensate
the most devastating loss of...

high-riding down
in the easy chair

See that? It's been said before -
and the confusing conclusion,
even though
I agree,
and don't care.

I'm lounging on laurels
for just this purpose,
and so I wallow,
not unpleasantly
considering how I miss
everything about us.