Poem -
Excuse The Mess. Make Yourself At Home.
It's the 4th of something and i canāt recall
the measure of my ambition. i can only brew coffee
in this existential condition, and i defy you to do -
any otherwise.Ā
my Oblique has discreet kingdoms.
and nothing more precious than what Iāve forgot
i have forgotten passwords
to a Bluff and a Kismet.
I still have toys
to almost liveĀ
with.
But please; excuse the mess. Make yourself at Home.
I have Derilect Agendas and seldom Time to implement
sincere foolishness.Ā
To me, we are too sweet, and Time
has your mind just outside my door.
i would just Love to have You moreā¦.
so Please
donāt botherĀ
to go.
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Interesting - maybe too, don't try too hard. It's doubtful if you can emulate the bard.
i have never written to emulate. Well not since my 19th year. I have found my Voice... and if you find it wanting,,, that's all you. But i cannot unring a Bell.Ā