shadows inside shadows;
growing fitfully therein.
that, hiding within shadows
lives a stringent life.
harsh reality seeks a master;
seeks deliverance into
the light of life before death.
audacity of such behavior
seeks a golden path.
to whom it may concern:
the sun, our sin, is
scheduled for renovations
starting in a million
years or so. so, for anyone
making plans for a million
years or so, plan on extra
heat and light, as it becomes
scary dark and cold without
sun to light and heat us.
this message brought to you
by the hot and bothered crew.
we should always, always
be aware of our surroundings.
never know when a manic
elephant happens by,
stooping all our good
intentions into manic soup.
certain to give us manic gas;
certain to destroy all future
good intentions evermore.
after a glorious 50 degree day, Fahrenheit,
back to single digit temps;
throw in some wind and snow.
ho, ho, ho!
will be interesting to see what route
poetry takes in next quarter century,
while waiting for another Charles Bukowski
to come along and light a fire under us.
come on, poets, light us up!
body shops are happier than pigs in slop!
have work booked up till next coming.
folks, out there playing bumper cars,
on our lovely slip and slide roadways.
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