“A Beautiful Desert Oasis”
Climbing up on Donnell Hill
‘I can see the city lights’
In San Bernardino.
‘A fool in love –
A crazy situation’
In loco parentis – apropos of something…
‘And if you want…’
To be dreaming of a certain place
Why, on day twenty-nine of @NaPoWriMe
Do I sit here considering the relative merits
Of my poetry; how it’s written, and where it’s…
Going? I, have no way of knowing!
Are my poems just a strange way of telling and showing?
Would a psychiatrist, having looked me up,
Then looked me up and down, lock me up,
Or run me out of town?
Are all the leaves brown?
Questions; I have many.
Answers; few and varied,
Do the truths lay (or lie) buried?
Who is to say?
And who is to listen?
Is it true that all that is gold does not glisten?
I have soaked up words from far and wide
I store them in an untidy vault somewhere well deep inside,
But, even so, they are readily available for use and, lo,
I spiel them off for you to hear and know
That I am so full of titter and tat, that
I spout forth with lyrics and verse,
That are randomly chosen, no chance to rehearse,
And they fall: splat. Splat! Splat!! Upon the page,
Ad hoc, al fresco, whatever is a la mode, a la rage.
Which leads me on to the point of this treatise in print:
Is there a soupcon of worthiness in’t?
Or am I just a WikiGoogleMan with a plan
Or a faulty auto-correctional facility,
Or is trying to make head or tail of all this leading to an institutional futility?
You tell me. Please! I wish for my non-understanding to seize –
And that should have been ‘cease’ but I was not, with that rhyme, pleased!
And so it goes…