CASE IN POINTLESS

had I, well, then, of course, I would have.

that being the case, 

there would be no need to further
this point. leave well enough alone,
as would be the case.

well, has it so happens, I had not,

making room for much discussion,

determining why the hell I had not.

but has it  happens, have neither

time nor space for lengthily discussions

determining why the hell I had not.

perhaps later, perhaps not.

let's sleep on it, shall we?

why the hell not?

this new guy had horrible breath.
absolutely horrid breath.
open his mouth, 
draw flies from miles around.

just a few seconds, mouth open,
flies would swarm in.
mouth full of flies in no time flat.

then he got smart:
sprayed his mouth with bug killer.
flies swarmed in, up and died,
right there in his mouth.

now, what to do with all those dead flies?
not a problem: swallow.
a free meal, after all.
ingenuity of some folks;
absolutely amazing.

look up and another poet 
floats on by, dragging
a another bag of poems;
dreams scattered below.

no sophistication found here.
only down in the gut,
raw, unrelenting poetry
with absolutes flagging,
and potential lagging.
so be the, so be it.