.
fresh winds groom
sweeping clean
dust and
musty staleness
dispatching crumbs
and grumblings
there
for a moment
cleansed
clarity
then
from somewhere
not here
cross winds
pump
and dump
hazziness
replenished
to bewilder
befuddle
and bemaze
until
the next big dust-up

;
my boyhood,
as distinct from girlhood, girlyhood,
girlyness, ugh ...girls!,
is now rather vague in memory
particularly on particulars
though I still remember feelings
of frustation, confusion, and dissappointment
inflicted by the larger world of grownups

but when me and my buddies
were outside playing
I understood perfectly "our world"

.
I am full grown man
had the Seussy sillies and wiggly gigglys
knocked out of me a long time ago

as I think about it
never really had them
being born middle aged
...or so it seems now

anyway...

to those proponents of silliness
clowning, and buffoonery etc.
who might say "so pitiful"
I'll not try to change your minds

I consider myself to be
somewhat erudite
professing bits of esoteric knowings
exquisite exotica
and what-nots
incessently
rambling with assurity
and conviction

unfortunately
this does not help
when trying to open a jar of pickles
or when "some assembly required"

but I do have
an ever increasing vocabulary
of invectives
and am thinking about doing
a philological study on cussing

.
standard brand loser
no reason for happiness
am anyway, Ha!

.
appetites vary
some starve for understanding
I ask, what's for lunch

.
reasoned happiness
not unreasonable...but
lose that recipe

.
re-check life's pantry
boxes and boxes of joy
grace, amen, let's feast

.
burst forth and blossom
wild flower that you may be
natural beauty

.
hues pastel and prime
pixelating a vista
I can see you still

.
beauty is the sum
beauty is the singular
glory is your name

.
I haven't had a real thought in weeks
somewhat of a hindrance to a writer
not all, I'm certain
but for me, a neccessity

they don't necessarily need to be profound,
relevent, controversial, poignant,
insightful, prophetic,
or anything like that

somthing simple
might do the trick

"a beautiful day
needs more than a sigh
it's a beautiful day
think I'll give it a try"

.
a bright fresh clean sheet of paper
like overly whitened theeth
it doesn't quite look right
let's see how I can scruffy it up

.
line count in meters
I hate the metric system
I write by the inch

lines and angles fit
club footed squares clunk and thud
sing-songy

what does one say now
rhyming poetry is hard
this ends with "orange"

.
hark!
I said hark!
harken up, y'all

and now that the angels
have been duly summoned
I shall continue
till ever
when
an ending
happens

exotic gulash
mish mosh - lite
slight as a midget piccolo
stuttering
sputtering
rubato

minced metaphor
sliced, diced
skewered and skewed
a sloppy dishing of
mind-denying gruel

some say I write
by the seat of my pants
others might say
plucked straight from my ass