(later)

this is the shortest joke in history,
only four words, a dialogue,
question and answer period,
an inquiry, a response, and
somehow it gets a laugh,
emma would love it!

look at your clock
and believe it won’t lie,
while others, on the other
side of the world will sigh,
and side with me, I have
recruited them all,
don’t you see, they were all
weary, and forlorn, until I
showed up, with my
happy, my cheer
and my freaking
good luck; so hear
me out, I’ve had
enough psychedelics
for a really good bout
and I won’t shut up
and I won’t (fill in the blank)

fie upon you
my subjects,
you have no idea
what I have done
for you, to bring you
to the brink of wonder.
you are all conclusionless,
while I only, reign in
alcoholic confusion
helpless while spouting
these illusions

long lost lovers
of humanity, why
do you persist, it
has to be painful

or maybe I should
just stand on the thing
I want you to see, and
hail you as you walk by

if I wanted you to see
what I saw, wouldn't it
be better to just point,
rather than conjure a
bunch of flowery language
gibberish that leaves you
wondering who the hell I am

The whippoorwills
are a portent of dawn;
long before sun’s rising
they awaken the
alert ones who
welcome the light,
encourage the morning
with its singing birds
and countless bugs,
enthusiastic for life;
whirlpoolS spin endlessly,
grabbing whatever they can
and swirling it
down into darkness;
whippoorwills are for
the listening ones;
the hum of the freeway
and the buzz of mowers
and trimmers
and blowers and
planes and gulls
is for the others
who swat at ambience,
caught in life’s vortex.

Still ones,
listening ones,
stop the wheel!
Everyone grab a spoke.
Let’s turn the spiral
in the other
direction, let it come
from the center out.