What would you do
when austerity - a saviour
while frugality - a buzz
and
one turns into a crevice,
shock-shelled, took refuge
on an eminence and each of its orifices
filled with stories to tell
a display of bituminous shale
a diamond you wished for
and subsumed into morasses.

While
it was going on,
a shift in the wind
cascading down
autumn dews
in pale blue
but
soft topsoil acts as *******
brings you close to the core, somewhat,
feel the palpating earth,
being informed, you thought,
with every bit of air you could inhale.

Notice the crescent moon!
frolicking behind the shadow
of scattered white clouds
shaped a mountain goat,
making way for their passionate song
on a night when buy one and get the second free,
draw patrons in their half-sleeves in droves.

But you want to endure alone, man up,
on a plan for a lifelong companionship
a prudent measure, you thought, indeed
and down on your knees, you propose.

Now,
what would you do?
if
she refuses your urging on a limp
and
promises to reconsider when you are on your feet!
then
dashed off onto her minimum wage,
one, a precious and rare.

A curious wasp got in
with your silent consent
buzzing around the kitchen disposal
you procrastinated to chute it down

and

on a second thought
as any naturalist would do
let her out of the corridor
to sneak into the neighbours across
busy prep'n supper
you could tell, for sure,
fiscal drag, in effect, you conclude
on a non-eventful day like today
like most days, you murmured.

I would open the last Heineken using a door hinge,
and
flip through multiplier effects on our reality shows played on the hill,
while
figure out why it's losing lustrous cleavage!

We need a downpour, not a drizzle
to make a difference.

Do
     the
          loop
Else
      end
            this futile conversation.  


Reposted: Toronto, July 23, 2025