EVERY THIRD SECOND

on every third second

of every fourth day,

another misdemeanor is born.

but, let's chill for a moment,

save misdemeanor for

another day and place.

after all, what the heck is the hurry?

no big rush here, folks,

that misdemeanor ain't

going anywhere, so there.

a reasonable facsimile:

black bird, black bird! fly! fly!

thinking survival.

anxiety on a high-wire.

at this point, just another

snake oil salesman.

make that salesperson;

political correct, and all that.

leave hostilities at door, please.

and bring a shovel,

starting to snow.

ho, ho, ho.

sort of an aneurysm;

gap within a gap;

gaping hole where thought escaped.

enough is enough; even more

than thought could withstand

within humanities grand plan.

tomorrow, then, new

plan of escaped vented.

well, spring has sprung.
and along with springs
comes warm gentle south breezes;
pushing against those harsh
cold winter winds. 
summer in waiting.