SELF FLAGELLATING FOOL

 

 

Poesie not rising;

the moon at half force

 its invisible imps

that tap on my window

threaten to expose my failure

and plentiful shortcomings

but it is not enough

anymore

to tritely wallow in self flagellation

and a N’awlins voodoo doll

gives me twisted ideas

and a false sense of security

having fun with language

seems a cardinal sin these days

a trip to venial if not mortal city

but it ain’t scaring me none

as I stared down a German Shepherd

and didn’t blink

when he detected wolf in my blood

and thought better of it

chain link fence assisting matter

and I’ll retain bragging rights

for at least another season

but no that reruns

have seized control of the tube

It’s time for a little outdoors

and rekindling of passion

for Mother Nature and Father Sky

and don’t worry

a little perspiration never killed anyone

so don’t sweat it

fanciful delights

a little hard cider

for a 5.5% kick

to counteract the nutmeg

It’s always a good idea

To plan alternative routes

Plan B and Plan C just might

be endeavored in a bit

they’re saying that

you just never can know

and the truth of it all

so it would surely seem

 

7-1-2000

 

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