QUAINT POETEER

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JOURNAL #21

whether

while quietly forgetting to be normal

or struggling to so desperately just try

to remember to be sane

I accost you in your lacking flapping morals

and beg thee to wean thyself off

all that joking-choking shame

as now can one quite creatively live

if in such emotionless hell

he can not creatively be

there are in this no rights to any remaining

reason if all the lefts

left one's sense to dodge the hungriest sharks

upon a choppy cold cruel sea

while surmising such blatant obscurity

thoughts cornered from a stress related headache

are wisely swallowed up in rhyme

and captured just so

for all who care to read

and if you yourself ponder this zustly so

then you have received this quaint poeteer's

thoughts on such mulling matter so Bravo

my good fine reader

Exactly

Precisely

in such quest

you've won over my not so good

opinion's often ineffective woe..........

(July 12, 1999)




Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for a special fellow poet..........

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