NOTIONS OF...WHAT?

before the brief hope

the delusion of hope

softsoap of someone else's 'courage'

but after the long wash

the certainty of emptiness

one's own raiment cleansed

*

radio receiver tuned and ready

for transmission

antic ghost stutterings

or archangel rant

tempests in teapots

or quick brown foxes

squeal like a hog

or honk like a goose

talk to me One

through this

your creation

Oh only One

talk to me

awaiting reply

*

largely a fiction

between friends

loyalty does

however

bind in a trust

what it blinds is worse

*

a breach of decorum

still

the rudeness of megalomania

the utter self-regard

that

begs no questions

warty bliggens*

endures in our spawn

don't be too proud

you observers of decorum

*

in my skin and at my place

and workin' to own my very face

*

all is in place

tend to its movement

all sustains you

if you contribute to all

*

how're we doing?

twice as long to get half as far

*

the transparency of age

becomes apparent

to an youthful heart

having really no age

old as that heart may be

thus it will always be

*

I love our life

she said with her whole being

and again I lost myself

in the immensity

*

once again

a day roils through me

as if it were my blood

in its circulation

*

*"warty bliggens"is a subject of one of Don Marquis's 'archy and mehitabel' poems. Long may they be remembered.

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