It doesn't matter where you are
for imperfection forever follows
and though all hope here within
'tis oh so truly somewhat hollow
Never matter where you've been
because the flaw's always in back
so hug your perfect imperfection
at all the crossroads on life's map
Evening is upon an old man again
with it came the chaos of needing
chained beside a thorn of wanting
oh what can a soberly old man do?
submit once more to light and love
I see here in the perfect stillness
of my quiet, meditative moment
I am the love, honor, and beauty
this grand Universe searches for
There's nothing left for me but writing poetry
it's all there is and everything here mattering
keyboard driven by inspiring, invisible inertia
seeping from my highest brow as ghost sweat
fanned by jolly good intention of spirited grit
percolating taunt, fresh hot brain cell's desire
Go fuck yourself sung to to the tune of O Christmas Tree
I don't give a rat's ass sung to I'll Be Home For Christmas
I'm rubbing one out sung to Hit The Road Jack
Lying whore sung to the tune of Yesterday
Fucking Hilarious sung to Unforgettable
The low side of my depression is dreadful
like I've been bludgeoned center forehead
with a wickedly medieval, steel spike club
a sharp, pointy nail impaling my forebrain
momentarily not gone but in death's coma
eyes wide flashing terrified astonishments
at the sight of my passage through the veil
What's the secret to writing poetry?
a one and a two the time and breath
then strike emotional authenticities
yes a feeling literally needs to be felt
passion plays; joy, surprise, curiosity
but honestly I find the ughs in angst
and torment effectively read the best
When I throw Omie, a blue-ribbon Hereford bull
one-quarter stack of fresh cut, golden baled hay
his cow cock begins dripping a wet, slimy stream
When I'm munching mango o'er the kitchen sink
hunched over as if in a stand-up, fucking fantasy
my oral orgasm impulse is dry hump the counter
Tasting Like Popcorn starring My Salted Rice,
with Evoo as Health Conscious Movie Butters
and Soybean Tofu playing Protein Alternative,
extras casting provided by Veggie Raw Assorts
Pick the car, it drives faster
don't stop, keep on learnin'
free parking it's unblocking
buy hotel set up your office
passing Go again and again
collecting those 200 poems!
I so wanted everything perfect
but something's never perfect!
I am perfectly okay with it now
