Foxfire (auto #2)

Foxfire
Guide wire
Ever higher
Deep desire

Nada bliss
Think of this
Ermine hair
Savoir faire

Idaho
You don’t know
Why we go
To and fro

I declare,
What’s under there?
Who should care
If I croak,

Rum & coke,
Fall off the wagon.
See what happens
To those that fall?

Hear the call of underlings
Saying things
That have no meaning,
Without care,

Yet debonaire
On a raft
In the aftermath,
Taking swings.

Seeing things
That others don’t.
Get your coat,
We’re leaving.

I’ve had enough
Powder puff,
Junior fluff
Ajar agenda.

Let’s call Brenda.
Her thoughts on par
With Tiny Tots
And middle school.

You know the rule:
Don’t be a fool
To think others wise,
When other guys

Know what to say.
If you’ve laid an egg,
And hatched it right,
It’s Dynamite.

But instead,
This dribbling piss
Of thoughts,
Half baked.

Please stick to cake
And muffins,
Gingerbread
From your little head.

I don’t knead
To know
Your mental dough
Or Oreo afterglow.

There now,
That’s said.
I can go to bed
And rest in peace

With my valise
Of care,
I keep locked up
In there,
​
To disturb
No one
Save, my father’s
Son.

(automatics)
8/31/20