Tree songs wailing with wavering wind gusts. Beasts, wild and urbane, relating rhythmically. Bearcats bumping. Kids colliding. Warblers … WARBLING! Meanwhile, pensive poets ponder pristine pentameter. Preposterous! Among the great gathering a tremendous squabble, rabble-rousing alongside reasoned reflecting. Over yonder a proud pile of rock, hardly rocking, not quite resonating, but still wholly riveting. Clouds coalescing, snakes slithering, stars shimmering, even misanthropes menacing. Everything spread thin through space and time, groaning. No thing, notwithstanding. Personal pleas persist— we are the liquor, the language, the lamentation and the luster. Now’s our time to beat upon the collective drum and blow the great horn. Go forth and sound your way.
gargle that sludge bucket bouillon ~
persistent grumbles, kids near lawn ~
pound bunkum into my fecund satchel ~
grab the vegetalia with salad tongs ~
piercing acumen despite weak knees ~
groundbreaking thunderdumplings! ~
piss off already, weak-ass pound cake! ~
pine nuts make our pesto mighty, punk! ~
look out, look out! —
the color of space on your face.
sun and stars, wind and moon
all-up-on your face-face-face.
overcast rainy day face
alongside hot melt-face
and icy fro-frozen face.
so much face reflecting
inner-space and outer-space.
so’s your face, so’s my face.
toast with no suitable spread?
no matching socks remain?
the cows rebel against the cheese?
the well runs dry?
nothing remains for you and I?
EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!
All real or imagined immediately in this moment,
today and forever whether you like it or not—
Breath by breath nonsensical, ephemeral reality!
This isn’t poetry, it’s real, incongruous, messy life.
I’ve surely had too much drink, too much everything.
Such fleeting, visceral, sloppy un-reality—
Sure to be gone in a few blinks…a sneeze-blast,
an epic bean-fueled bout of excessive flatulence.
Continuing mayhem whether you like it or not.
I do and I do not, so what? Wanna fight about it!?
I don’t want to fight. Life is too terribly short and we
all hurt, all tears salty, all blood red. Not worth
the pain, not worth anymore pain. Love those you
love with all you’ve got and consider carefully why…
why not the others? Are they any less worthy?
Tomorrow, Tuesday, will surely be today by then.
We all must face the minotaur in our own way.
everything is nope
forever mope nope!
tired old trope nope!
disturb the peace,
unleash the fury,
fight the power—
NOPE NOPE NOPE!
how’s about we elope,
chase down antelope!?
infirm and feeble,
break out the endoscope—
so pathetic, like blind men
with their elephant grope.
Have you lost all hope?
still got some HOPE.