Dream float fantasist, 

STAGES

In life, when young, one starts as an apprentice
Seeing some things from another’s point of view
About the wider world, learning a little more
But like a small boat, keeps close to the shore
Yet curiosity and motivation clearly to the fore
While getting a first real glimpse at what is true
But maintaining focus can say goodbye to bliss

I cannot escape being hashtagged
as part and parcel of a cancerous blight,

nevertheless yours truly well molded into a fungi
able, eager, ready and willing to delight

a bipedal hominid when
back in the day as a member
of Single Book-lovers
dreading being locked
into subjecting myself to "blind dates"
to advance along 
the analogous game of Life
prone to experience panic attacks,

           Lifeless Si

   Lifeless Singer Part One
“Is this what they nowadays regard as talent?”

titled “Trump, ICE, and the Burning Planet

A lonesome figure pines while traipsing down the meadow,
dewdrop tear wet sprinkles mock her faint shadow,
burning red sky mere  ornate early day shriveled lull,
feeble whisper from mint gust for this maiden that blind pull,
or bright hue’d  usher to some wild stream meander,
where rainbow trout a wily catch might calm one taut bystander

for all creatures great and small
wise and wonderful

which harmless trailing appellations
courtesy anointed survival of the fittest

places Homo sapiens,
sapiens on the highest rung of a pedestal,
where said arrogant species and genus
supposedly self decreed supremacy
self serving as thee bonafide

electric kool and the gang
deoxyribonucleic acid aid test,

and figurative benchmark
against which other animals

Pressed for time
after taking some shut eye
that would rival Rip Van Winkle
I self plagiarize a poem of mine
written back when yours truly
a foolish young guy.

 

Written/updated since last yesteryear
during global coronavirus pandemic

unlike any other metonym,
when out of this world

outlandish accouterments

people did wear
hermetically sealed