Dr Lofosapropos of nothing
this poem is begun
its middle is a
paucity
& its ending
is just racing
to be done
malady mayhem
continues & I
opined earlier today
how I missed the
vicissitudes of
the languid long
covid fatigue days
& I can’t blame the
calendar for such
brain vagueing ways
hello day 2, 191
welcome to the flock
what a special one you are
anniversary 6 - unlocked
take to the sky
& test those wings
while I hatch
more & more
& let these words
of transformation
flow in exquisite
murmuration
I saw the smudge
that was Halley in 1986
if I live till I’m 95
I might see it again
McNaught’s stunning display
plumaged the 2007 summer sky
with a 92 000+ year turn around
maybe it’ll jiggle my quantum
as it zips on by
a bittersweet day
of birthday & virus
celebrations postponed
still got to bask in
the glow of many bon mots
& a gift of a large monitor
so I don’t squint lots & lots
#MrMagoosBirthday #Poetry
3 score years
of riding the planet
like Slim Pickens
saddle sores - yes
weary pains drifter - kinda
learned to love the bomb - never
3 score years &
this Dr that loves a
a bit of strange has learned
the crazier the world
gets the kinder I
wanna be
there’s no question
tonight about how
much doona one
might need in these
days of rising living costs
I’ll just take the lot
tonight & be comforted
under the weight
except for my feet
they never stay under
even when the frost
might trim the toenails
not content with
the loose lip
embouchure
the body bellows
wanted in & now
the wheezy coughing
accordion is the thing …
f*ck the bloody thing!