you scatter the wits
and make them high
a real quirker for word fashion
a rogue in an ugly blazer
pride maketh not real men
from a dime's point of view
material is so unnecessary
beauty
a hinged squeaky door
oiled by make up
that serves no entrant
happily
my carpenter
this pen
these pages
my patcher's lumber
the fee
a small percentage
of but one's willingness to pay
attention
or more simply put
a just reader
beckoned
fair in his comprehension
and consumption
an audience admittedly for my
errant diverse opinions
'Repetitive Muse'
universal breakfast for the senses
the monetarily conceived poet
takes a tiny bow
abhorrent of even her own
wishes today..............
(Feb. 28, 2000 930am)