a history of debilitating manhunk deceptions

I burgled my life surreptitiously, fouled the air
with a constant methane
of deliberation,
smoking my salmon every chance I got
in various oils and conundrums,
left my heart in various kettles,
stealing it back
when no one was looking

I savored the scent of the innocuous,
the mundane and the profane
while having hung my spirit in the closet
like ready-wear
I fostered belief in loving the whackos
as if it were a true orientation
chalked to experience,
lessening my chances of an orderly
ordinariness, of which I was proud
to admit I disdained anyway

it was like greasing the monkey
for easy-glide through the branches
although, it caused many slippery falls
which in turn, only led to ground me,
to being earthbound,
hard under gravity’s wanking pull,
achieving very little else but a twisted wisdom,
admiring now the awkwardness of other men
diddly-bopping through some maligned chicanery
just to get a piece

while rainfrogs fell on their tropical blunders
eventually drowning them in croaking crassness,
I alliterated their allegories and allegations
and left their manhood bouncing in the streams
of sunlight through windows like motes,
leaving their dust on all sort of surfaces
waiting to be stirred up again,
realizing I had a familiarity with them,
I hung my head in woe

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Bah Bah black Sheep- A hippie, rebel, highly individual. While loving creativity I have always done battle with the practical/impractical aspects of life. Sitting here in my aerie observing the world, the stars above and the other pinpricks below..
Been writing poetry since I was 14, now 62

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