and all things considered,
broadcast on national public radio
Frequency: 90.9WHYY-FM,
I (a liberal democrat)
counted myself as an avid fan
particularly listening to
the prairie home companion
during half life of mine
arbitrarily referenced yardstick
of one measly mortal male
Matthew Scott Harris,
whose chronological years
athwart planet earth
elapsed within figurative
or literal eye blink,
one humble human
among rank and file
cosmic flotsam and jetsam,
a veritable fluke of the universe
even in the third eye blind

Plump cherries sit atop twin mounds
and a sly smile hovers around her
ripe strawberry lips,
Sweat, like honey, titillatingly 
rolls in rivulets down her
lithe and luscious torso to
an oasis, moist and luxuriant.

From the hilltop region
Down to an enchanting sanctuary
lies a pulsating plateau,
sizzling like bacon in a frying pan,
stirring my latent passion
to a feverish pitch…
melting me like
a scoop of ice cream on a hot summer day.
 

To praise is to uplift
to value is to cherish
supportive verse a gain
for a rich raptured world
when one extols as one
should a marvel or a jewel
transfer entranced now
universal benefit portal 
awake from splendid sleep
to another level of nirvana
this rousing choir rocks

Mellow mists, many magic mysteries, manifest majestic moons

Strange world after dark
but also an alluring
rich realm to relish

I. Pin~pon~pan~pon~

The Wabi Sabi Museum
Is asking the public
For donations
To help pay for
The new hardwood flooring
With which
All of the old, blotchy-coloured
Cracked cement floor will be covered


II. Pan~pon~pin~pon~

Two Thursdays ago
At around five pm
At the selfsame Wabi Sabi Museum
While it was quite busy and bustling
I overheard a woman say to a man:
“Most of the artwork here is walking around”

The man seemed to think for a few moments
And then typed something on his phone

Fifteen minutes later