Peepers

Peek a boo
I see you
Hiding too
Under shiny armor.

What a charmer
When you were younger.
Now I hunger
For more substantial, yet served

Inconsequential
People posers,
Coupon grocers,
Who don’t write their novel,

Just sit and grovel to the muse,
Who gives them soft recuse,
Which keeps them seated,
Dull and defeated,

So they don’t try
Or wonder why,
But whimper clicking
Temple ticking.

Even Steven still thinks
He’s got a shot
At an inspired, series plot,
Yet only reads and devours

Another’s flower of imagination
Without integration of thought.
He thinks a lot
On all else that matters not.

Mindless chatter
As the neighbor
Of action. An
Associate attraction.

Not the lover,
Because his mental mother
Keeps barging in with
"Time for din din."

Even kith and kin intentions,
Are just weak inventions
Called clever by your crowd.
Easy targets that make them proud.

But lo, please block them out
And keep your dancing devil doubt behind the door.
No simple chore, but try
You’ll find out why.

Once juices flow and
Progress starts to show.
All for what you'll know.
Ok, time to go.


9/22/20