POST 128

some of us need inspiration.

some of us need a spanking.

some of us need get our

sorry asses up and moving.

accomplish a little something.

show a little spark, indicating

we are not a corpse, but

in fact, alive and breathing.

but first: a nap.

a sensitive nose, on the hunt.

sniffing the wind. and,

suddenly, out of the wind:

skunk! roll in that sensitive 

nose, buddy, and run!

for those of you, never having

encountered a skunk up close

and personal like, do not know

what you're missing.

and hopefully you never will. 

not a pleasant experience!

and one you'll never forget.

have reached a level of consciouness

never dreamed possible

for this old worn out bag of bones;

having spent much of my life

half conscious at best of times.

which were my best times of all time

for most of the time; while dancing

an outlandish dance with myself,

cause I'm such a damned good dancer

when dancing by myself.

perfect never did cross finish line.

but when one is perfect,

why would one concern one's self

with crossing finish line?

sometimes after writing this stuff

I write, a good scream feels real good;

especially after reading what I've written.

oh, by the way, not that it matters, but

I scream in key of D. wee, wee, wee.

exasperation, unable to fathom
mentality of arrogance.
a great distinction between
fame and infamy sustained.

coercion between life and death;
dead end road towards painful ending;
with option left open for crying jag.

take me to your leader. 

sun comes up, sun goes down
sun comes up, sun goes down
sun comes up, sun goes down
sun comes up, sun goes.......well, you know.

now the excruciating process of metamorphosis.