Staggering on Brinks
What on earth
- or off it for that matter -
are you thinking, doing, dozey mare
- teetering along the dodgy edge of precipices, precedent and propriety
juggling abstractions as if reality was just one more idea!
A concept. A lumpything.
When all that matters is…Matter.
Subjectively.
No need for any Object, as such,
remarked a passing tramp, by-the-way.
He enjoyed playing chess in the ditch
and bandying words about …aboutness!
What a palava, whyfor, good friend?
Does it have to be time for tea now?
Or for a beer, a joyride round the park,
a poxy program on tele…
Endless, even infinite options,
given one-only mote of time. per mo
This, the ultimate and only.
One by one - for each and every.
Just fancy the enormity, majesty, simplicity of that!
O thou, sacred pilgrim, itinerant, two-timing workaholic:
off-the-cuff, on-hand, hands-off self-healer,
daffy seeker, nosy-parker, layabout, sassy soul.
What a wobbly spectacle you make of yourself!
Don’t you see?
Herumph the disastrous creature said
dangling from that cliff’s edge.
There’s a great need for disparity and diversity, didn’t you know?
Getting in a rhetorical word edgewise, while at it
- not many other options, albeit dangling freely. For the fun of it.
What a loopy twat, stroppy brat, concluded the general consensus
getting on with more important stuff;
like breakfast or brushing teeth.
June