DRESSED TO THE NINES

woolly-headed dreamers

meandering down memory lane

soft murmuring in still evening breeze

soft setting sunlight aglow 

lovers walking hand in hand

dressed to the nines.

plus ten in other wizened venues;

flushed with new undertakings

of old worn values, views.

not anticipating cross purposes,

or anger management flowing

pompous, waking hocus-pocus

riding canoe of indiscriminate

rivers of red plus blue.

and mounted on dead awareness;

a horse if fifth and final race.

blatant review raging against

mainstream ventures.

in step benevolent, still considerate,

even after flunky squirrel

ate his nuts for supper.

benevolent certainly took it well.

made some think: didn't need

his nuts, actually happy

to be rid of them, even.

go figure.....

living is hard.

if not, maybe we ain't living. 

viciousness of pack mentality

kick in some ragging gossip

no good comes of this

ugliness and distorted views

make a person toss and turn

trying, most desperately,

getting mind rapped around this

knowing full-well, not even possible. 

and now this:

impressed with good
just how good, good really is
or should be, considering
rough roads and pitfalls
good must travel
day in and day out
just to stay good
maintaining courage
through countless aggravations
segregating good from no good

and that's all there is