SECRETS

probabilities are overwhelming.

elephants have moved base of

operations, in secret, to

who the hell knows where?

with absolutely no explanation

why such a drastic move

necessary at all. 

this could turn out bad

on so many levels, one

does not eve know where to start.

so will go with the flow.

who did what to whom?

and where and when was

this insidious doings done?

will the be repercussions?

a sum of all sums totally

one about last thumbs up?

but, alas, some many questions.

over and under all seemingly

sudden events, not forthcoming.

this is where one backs up to punt

and hopes for best field advantage.

slap, me, mama, till it hurts.

take it easy or take it sleazy. 

same dance, different steps.

stepping high, stepping low,

that how this dance should go

as one foot kicks high

and other foot kicks low.

I smell like I've done this before.

I willfully admit to possibility 

of having done this before

just by smell I now radiate,

telling myself, and all those present,

I have, in all likelihood,

done this before;

and soon will wash this suspected

smell from my bodily charm

becoming one with the many.

beginning to understand:
frustration seeks revenge.
and extravagance seeks anonymity.

certain precautions, subterage
required to shade the lines;
lines blurred by timeless haggling.

let us consider quantum mechanics;

coming off quantum physics.

and hyper vigilant requires

exhausting energy, while 

not defying simple logic.

but, at this point, all theories

just plain good old conjecture.

rollover, red rover;

there's a new ghost writer

in this old burnt out town.