you sky watch for omens;
sipping hot jasmine tea
from cracked ceramic cup.
rose colored dawn arises
clearly calling for rain,
while swirling swallows
swoop low over the pond
well aware of the storm
rumbling towards us.
triads of triangles entangled
inevitably devolve into something
and transparently nonlinear –
at least in a cartesian sense.
I am unthinking and hence I am
regrettably non-existent in a
persona non grata sorta semi
cohesion kinda ignored kinda way.
the essential reek that pervades,
the essence of your verbiage,
makes my own bowels roil,
in sympathetic disgusted dismay.
I cannot fathom or even trump
the raw depth of toxic sludge
that freshly tweets and squeaks
from your daily (anti)social ooze.
I don’t understand;
truth is I never really did;
because the words you throw,
are so much bigger than my head.
how about we make a deal
you speak to me in words we share
and then perhaps we’ll have a chance;
Or maybe not at all.
they came bearing gifts for a king,
three wisemen fashionably late,
fully accoutred and attired,
wearing silks and opulent jewelry,
to kneel in the muck of a stable,
simply because they read the star signs,
shining in glorious celebration!