Thursday already
and all is well or semi-well,
the start of a
mother-perfect day
as Bukowski might say, but didn’t.
I did
and oh my
the Saturn rings
how they spin
how they scream
exclamation marks all aglow !
question marks swept aside
we scream of effervescence
- not of lust -
(except a little)
and we flow to
Saturn rings
send them hither
Special tones in various drones
Up with exclamations !
Down with questions
Spring’s eternal
on Saturn’s rings
where fires
don’t burn
but accent your tan
Then off we flow
into rivers of glow
lavas and lavas of fun
The daily tone rings in
Saturn rings
writing or writhing
take your pick
Cymbals gonging and off
We go to
terrors springing
the summer of hell approaching
we face the pirated CD
Await the DC *
Tempting fate the finger of
Doom writes in gloom:
AIDS came after Viet Nam
SARS came after Iraq
Not much there Jack,
But think about that Sam.
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Peggy