for patty m(mombo)
who will be laughing
out loud, spilling her sippin’ coffee~
after she reads this~
woke up o f f c i a l l y “fully rested”
per the devices that monitor the body,
hoping
that’s all they do, unless they are
writing this?
don’t think but can’t be sure,
cause the poems planted here,
were seedlings elsewhere, and
the Gatherers, my senses, be working
overtime
as we (me & them) trapse
through life picking up the discards,
of songs. tv pundits, (see title!)
overheard snippets of street
conversations,
your poems & comments,
(as I walk among you)
almost everywhere,
anytime
anyhow,
to add
days to
my life span
because
the poem notions
hit me so fast,
hanging fruitfully
needy
for picking, need
more time to love
them so fulsomely
so maybe one or two
are Rem insertions by
my Apple watch, but
not many cause I write
in a funny style!
my son asked AI to write
poems in the manner of
his dad, and it replied,
“can’t help, his poems are
too weird, not reproduceable,
borderline crazy(!!!!);”
give us someone easier
like Whitman or Plath
or Leonard C., no problem
doing dat”
so this poem was an off chance remak,
heard in passing by my digesting ears,
and like Noah’s Ark,
loaded up with alphabets 2 x 2,
set sail to your receptors to bark at ya
awake baby
with hopes
that you rise and read this,
laugh way
out loud,
and suddenly you tutu,
feeling well-reset, rested and very
a very,
moderate modicum more
appreciated enuf
nml
