I rarely think short thoughts
as they bind my rambler's soul up
puking up its beloved worth
and I would much rather sprout off poetry
and prose
than vomit it up from the very dredges of my soul
as 'tis prettier when presented to the page that
way
no chunks
no mess
no green bile or goo
to block my words from having their full
initial say
just beauty and flow
with inner muse all aglow
bright odorless attracting beauty
that placates
hopefully the down trodden looking for
his moment of Zen
my, but I do swell up a bit in borrowed
conceit
to think a little too highly of myself
in such over blown moments
why, just call me Poet Hussy toting a
loaded pen..............
(Dec. 16, 1999)