Scram, skedaddle and shoo oh ye
mood polluter annoying and vile.
Well rah-rah you are preaching
for your team – as do opponents
whose numbers compete. Must be nice
to never fret or second-guess
every aspect of everything
from the ant to yourself to Pluto.
Now if you will excuse me
there is an evil egret
in a partial form
and begging to breathe
and yes my evil egret
will speak Human and may reside
in a swanky suite with walnut walls.
Once alive we will discuss it with tea.
Excuse me for my wayward
attitude. You see I missed
seminary ivy. You know there are
such things as libraries;
encyclopedias; or a sleek swift
perched on a line, trilling,
while watching the river slide by.
And how do you know he doesn’t happily
swim in a memory
of hopping on his chick
or maybe in the feathered universe
he goes by a name other than
a Swift? True he dazzles
in acrobatics, and maybe
he is an acrobat bird.
Imagine that. A silly swift
knows more about himself
than any of us will.
the diner drooling regarded supper
grateful the haunches were very tender,
saying with gravy diving off the fork
absently held aloft – we are lucky
our chef is not cut from a poet tree,
as in being moody when serving us,
letting us know we may know to expect
coming each evening on the platter –
rather I mean a not-so-moody chef.
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Tagged poem, poetry
When really getting a good look
at the magical actions these buttons
are capable of – as in dimension
crisscross and zigzag; sober or highly
inebriated, well yeah, fireworks
ensue – brightly and loud they do
ensue. And secrecy is the cherry.
But sometimes the customized mojo crew
loses the way, tumbling in a hole;
a notebook is glum, waiting for a word.
the emeralds melted and are
sliding as a messy mass
towards a mental destiny
which width forbids the journey
from proceeding unhidden
– and if unbidden or given
unhindered freedom to pass
is at this point immaterial
as well as nearly impotent
when positioned nude alongside
the muscular truth a local
magpie gets preachy about:
predicting the future should be
just another casino game.
Come to think of it, the water,
so green, could be symbolic felt.
She is a phantom favoring feathers
though souls wiser may have had more practice
in getting started well before the dawn
and in scoping the local eateries.
Maybe she missed the river hatchery
and maybe she shed a tear when she flew