You're reading it now-

Maybe not heeding it:

But if you're here,
And your eyes are
Scanning it-

Then you're reading it now.

And the question should arise:

"What am I reading?"

Well, of course,
If it's this-

Which it must be,
If you're reading it now:

It's now what you're reading...

So in essence-

What you're reading,
Is me more or less
Simply repeating-

You're reading it now.

I do not believe
That there can be
Any argument
When it comes
To the fact-

That there have always been those
Who have their own ideas
Concerning the Cheshire cat-

Well, you know:

The whole the point of
Its ceaseless grinning...

Could it be that
Maybe earlier on,
It suddenly realized
It knows where it's at?

No claim for a reservoir
Of literary achievements-

No claim for a flow
Of legendary created verse:

Not here-

Not here-

No,
Just a bit of
Lyric work-
Lyric work-

Often in the vein of this...

That is posted periodically,
As you can see:

Internet pop poetry,
If you will-

Thank you.

Evergreens
Surrounding
The cemetery.

And somewhere,
A songbird sings.

But today
Is like all the others...

For though
I've waited
Ever so faithfully:

The one I loved-

She never visits my grave.

I think she's forgotten about me.

If you have heard voices-
Maybe in a clatter?

Maybe in a sense-

Like glass,
That seems to shatter?

Technically I mean-

As if waking suddenly:
From a dream?

If so-

Then what are the words
Heard recently?

And do they ever mention me?

That is-

If you've heard voices:

That is-

Of course...

If you've really heard voices:

Even if they're all
Speaking
Of different things-

And not a single one,
With another-
Appears to agree:

Out of tune-

And out of key-

And you don't know
Which one to believe...

If you've heard voices:

And have you heard voices?

Have you?

Fragmentation and multiplication-

It's not really nothing more
Than a series of symbols
In isolation-

Regardless of what is said
By those
Who have simply taught
The triumph of the imagination.

It involves
A lot more than that,
Or watch me
Pull a rabbit out of my hat-

Especially considering-

Those who have long,
Or quite suddenly-

Grasped the completely poetic possibility
Of knowing something's there-

Even though
At the exact same moment,
They also know
It's something that they cannot see:

And therein lies the key.

Dreams of duration-

Truth defined?

Or simple generalizations-

And what goes on within
The spirals of your mind?

Whether facts
Or falsehoods-

Or idealism-

Or hallucinations-

Or the deduction
That comes from
An abstract association:

Like the difference
Between winter
And summer sunshine.

Yet there is experience-

And hopefully,
Somewhere down the line-

A bit of common sense.