meandering along a mump-filled landscape,
I stop on the side to ponder infinity.
that doesn’t last long, so I
catch a train to loudville,
leaking lame lordships as I go.
arranging types of tangos in unseemly
tarantula keepsakes, I feign a stop
at Angelo’s, my favorite restaurant
on the coast of the Panhandle.
Trying desperately to tell the truth,
but failing miserably, I sort out
creatures from down below.
Catching a cold from outer space,
I tango with misses and mice,
teaching telling telegraph-making
to first-graders in eleven school districts.
oh, the time I had, keeping up!
yodeling as I went, I walked up
the nearest mountain only to
find myself alone in a deadly forest
full of angelic and christological morbids.
“care for a cup of tea?” they asked me,
but I was the wiser and opted for goat milk.
such is the jouney I had that day.