The fruitful plums of youthful vigor
Boost the musing coos that come
Loosing grooves that race with rigor
…but they coo for everyone
Middle
Intelligible irrelevance
Insinuates an ellegance
Denoting verdant affluence
Of preposterous concoctions
These lives are but our shadows cast
Upon a piece of earth
And all we’ve done, and ever do
Gives shape to what we’re worth
Sometimes I bury my emotions…
So they spring up like treasures later!
Cumbersome
Cuddling some cumber
Under glummer-humbled bummer booms
Crumbles dumbell dooms of dumber tumbling looms
For under old encumber-tumbles
Ever rumbles golden numbers
Sundering the wonder rumples from the crumpled slumberooms
Truly Amazing
It ever amazes—
The infinite traces and intricate stealth
Of constant delusion I make for myself
Empty Handed
It’s a form of paradox
But none-the-less complete
That you must always first let go
To grasp what you will seek