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. 

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