POST 130


using commonsense or not.
commonsense is a soup for
very discriminating tastes.

with pure, unadulterated ego.
with major in arrogance,
and overlapping contagious 

haughty laughter, spoiling
for a fight in this contentious 
purple shaded night of nights.


quintessential is one of those words
having little use in an 
average days conversations.
and just slightly more use in an

average writing project.
and absolutely no use, at all,
in a poet's attempt at poetry.

therefore, and further more,
this is not poetry;
whatever the hell this is.

okay, good we can meet like this.




had just finished painting myself
a rather unique shade of what was
with a bit of what will be, when
a flock of birds flew over; and

their accuracy was astounding!
don't think one of those birds
missed, giving me a rather
odd, but unique appearance. 

looked in the mirror, and wow!
absolutely impressed with myself!
and the mirror, that damned mirror,
could not stop laughing!
of course, will need new mirror!


in my sleep, was chasing chickens.
when I woke,
chickens were chasing me.


he often passed time by passing out;
only to wake one day
finding time had passed him by. 




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