Offering 17: POETREE

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any
poet

can write

 a poem and 
 shape it nicely 
into an acceptable, 
viable form, but it's hard

to imagine a poem cramming 

 itself into a warped idea, a flaming

exaggeration of a concept so bizarre,

so completely out of the ordinary occurrence

of anyone’s most fantasmagorical phenomenology

that nature herself drops her guard and lets us in on the

frivolous, absolutely temporary eternal clandestine flutter of

things tightening and loosening, things intentionally at cross-purpose,

so that when the realization of it hits our psyches, peonies line our sinuses  

and our  most cherished  notions are shoplifted  by gypsies  who tell us that rebellion

is obedience and we no longer wonder,  we no longer have any doubt, that whales fart.

I’m  hoping your

Holiday Season

 is slightly robust 
  & charmingly apt.

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