Deep down thinking
Tells me just maybe
My life’s been spent facetiously
Wallowing in the muddle
Of a clearly shallow pool
Of stagnant water; perhaps
It’s time
I tried dredging this mighty
Fearsome puddle;
No more drudge, no bother, no
More hollering, mum’s the word
Seriously, that’s the only path left
To follow—
Would you care to join me
In this noble endeavor, oh
Fearless, humble lost fellow caller?
RSVP@suchtoungueincheek.com
What’s that you say?
Superkid poet profoundly
Past his prime still
Defying gravity always
More than capable of leap-
Frogging from one fantastic
Telling line to another
In an unbroken series
Of singular bounds,
With no wear or tear
Worth mentioning till
An astounding lack
Of down-to-earth metaphors
Finally sends him and his oh so
Flighty craft soundly
Crashing to the ground?
You must be kidding.
Light-washed columns
Of plain and simple truths
Out of the blue—
Nothing like it in this world
Made to order
For the likes of me and you.
Thus what bound them
Together remained
Forever unspoken, known only
To a blind, deaf, select few
Who knew all too well how
To keep their mouths shut.
You’ll do fine
By it—just remember
To approach
It with caution,
Even though
That unsettling flickering on
And off that refuses
To keep still and let itself be
Snuffed out does not look
As threatening
As the quickening shadows
It keeps on casting.
All the junk we thought
We needed on the way,
But with nothing
Lasting of value beyond
A precious uncertain morrow
Every day.
