- I can't get into her head

and it's making me frail

- Listen, man, to know her in detail

all you have to do is to

know yourself

Exhale

6.VI.2021

 

I fall in love

roughly three times each day

You'd think it's a hyperbole

or a fleeting kind of summer breeze

Yet it sweeps in and settles deep in me

for life

Here's the first one of my day:

A.A.

 

My eyes have been feasting

on Spring moods, feelings, grasses

clouds, shadows

Its whole being

being born out of sleep

awakens in me something

I can't remember but that

which I yearn for while

pulling in the yarn laid behind

lest I stumble upon it

and remember the fractals in the sky

 

     Куинджи

Broke me down

emotionally

physically

And then said,

find the positive

be responsible for your own

happiness

 

Night of no Italian florid ballads

Chortle!

Dirnt doo-wop whockah

Drink-real perforated with

tom-tom & thwack rataplan

Pump-a-rum basal popular

& sooo impressive

Sweet barbaric, eerie familiar

twang chihusien wah wah

Whizz of rotten Crestone ethic

Vocally triumphant mum lub dub hackigi-gi-gi

Gobbledygook at times

Bash! Baraaag badum tish!

Gada-gada-gada flog

Then remorseless thwack

Wob wob wooooob breeeaaa bum

brrum brrrumble

Whizz

Rowdy esoteric toot

Raucous-spirited jam in town.

31.V.2021