Earnest bard awestruck,                         
by the bewitching channel,            
hailed as spring promise    
 

to pay hefty price when
told the bald truth regarding
the dollar value
for a top notch toupee,
which cost rivaled,
and actually exceeded by magnitudes
even compared to scalpers
who did a brisk business
snagging a ring-side seat
analogous to secure an upscale cage
within the human zoo
which livelihood sprung up
after artificial intelligence
linkedin and took over
twenty first century civilization
inspired by how bipedal animals
and rendered just like that
(imagine dragons snapping fingers
but Homo sapiens)

THE TRUTH IN FEELINGS

Love is just like biting into something soft
That offers a tiny sweetness on the tongue
As a taste that one shall forever recognise
Reminiscent of candy with hint of aniseed
A modest surprise, yet is welcome indeed
As you’ll savour it when closing your eyes
It speaks of all years, not just when young
And somehow, may raise your heart aloft

actually role as spectator
not to my liking,
but exception made
listening to music
doing a dance
such as zydeco

Against the back drop of green leaf copses, dulcet bird chirp, and deep shade fountains, 
that dawning from the azure blue sky a silken whisper,
to follow street signs on my route to work with ample gusto  and much verve,
each metal  pointer to destination a micro mirror on its surround, 
stoic indicator of direction, that upright unique urban compass,
clustered by  behemoth scenic grandeur at its mint spring zenith,
and surging throngs who sashay in brisk step patterns so diverse yet firmly focussed,

Unbeknownst to me, I experienced a genuine heart wrenching reaction after watching An Open Door the international award-winning documentary that reflects on the influential life and work of Dr. Temple Grandin as a champion of the humane treatment of livestock, autism rights, and inclusive neuro-diversity by employing her gifted insights from her personal experience with autism and visual thinking.

Once more it’s midight,                                         
intrigue, dark sky moon, traffic,                                
shadowy canvas

Silver moon mosiac floats past window,                               
mirror of swirl pearl hearts bright glow

from inside our climate
controlled sixty sixty degree fahrenheit
one bedroom apartment
while outside the temperature
brutally cold evening
this February seventh
two thousand and twenty six
singing the praises
compliments to the chef
of delicious chow down
regarding being a glutton
for punishment hours before
big super puppy bowl supper,
whereby the missus
whipped up mashed potatoes,
(albeit boxed instant flakes
adequately liquified
courtesy coconut water),