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