LAST POEM i WROTE
then those pigs up and died.
does not speak well
of my poetry, does it?
a sunny optimist,
compatible with
black-hearted nudist.
nudist selling optimistic
point of view.
no down payment required,
this time.
easy payment terms,
when suggest by
nudies showing their all.
and now, directional
indifference suggests
sedation and
possible need for enema.
conclusiveness; without it
everything we touch
touches us back and
turns a cloudy gray
and out of focus.
relatively free of
pimples,
butt rash, emptiness,
brokenness,
and hopeless intervals
intertwined with
memory loss.
and now, word from our sponsors.
crap! sponsors have all left!
and the triptych
pertaining to who, what and why
subsequently rectified
nothing specific
yet too far afield to be real
exuberant need not enter
antagonistic stand clear
sympathizers
in the mainstream world.
world in a rush to
exterminate every
rodent doming down the pike.
"down the pike,"
not be be confused with
English breed of sheep.
just another one of life's
strange coincidental
mind bogging blogs
going nowhere fast
and coming back
oh, so much faster.
have declared myself dull,
boring, and most apt in
falling out of trees.
no particular trees;
trees are just trees when
some old fool
finds them self
falling from a tree.
not to blame the tree.
blame the numskull
for climbing said tree
and then falling.
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