"What goes with authority
must also cum in similar fashion."
I do not know who said that,
but I used to.
What right do any of us have
to the authorship of history.
None. I am
no pretender.
A place for everything
and everything well reasoned
in due time.
I have been waiting
for quite some time
for the poetic turn.
I do believe it will be,
the waiting,
the death of me,
but a boy can dream
and possibly
as aside from death
as a bless you is to the involuntarily generated sneeze,
or more accurately
the sideways glance
of a driver through split peaed fog.
taking in a wrecked semi
tented over a sub-compact
on it's way to a date with sun and surf
and little enormous dreams of elaborate castellated sand
and roy gee bivved plastic balls,
the turn is still to come
prolific as a September walk in an orchard
rife with the droppings of another summer late
and I've only to circle the edges
one more time
to taste the true complexion
of the air I've been breathing these short hours.
