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tense muscles behind familiar furrowed brow
turn my head within myself and make me scowl
with my stomach full and my head similar it seems
my green intelligent eyes come alive like the flick
of an automobile's high bright beams
in the darkness of my head
something strange and wonderful will upon
occasion occur
the words so fond of the page are thrilled to be
awakened
they over exuberantly stumble over themselves as
they stir
it goes well without saying what I am really thinking
about as I start my mental floundering and flaying
the pepper in its shaker with the salt by its side
I glare at them balefully confused and pie-eyed
you can see me now as I slip into one of my favorite
moods
be prepared for we are in for the bumpiest of rides
bare witness as my arrogant self and my common
sense come blow to blow in one of their age old feuds
write of beauty, fun, and momentous moments my
cleverness tells me in a voice like that of a so very
serious adult
I rarely listen to that vociferous voice
I'm much too tightly bound in absurdity to be
anywhere near overwrought
skillfully speaking
I feel a tremor from being ill content
yet still my common sense continues to mock me in its
line of relentless litany
it is fully hell bent
I will give in to that voice but for only this rare
brief bereft minute
my wit is wanting and not fully in it
besides my hand is calling the shots and it is
presently pleasantly spent
so
Good Day............
(written Feb 9,1991)