How come you do me like you do

blatherskites and nincompoops            

got lost from every hope                      

tried to guess from faraway               

the meaning of the scope. . .               

it all just got beleagered                       

by the vastness of the blue               

and every time i turned around          

i thought i just saw you. . .                  

dunderheads and helpless oafs       

can't stop the way they are                

but their denseness is a haven        

their minds are not ajar. . .           

figureheads and equanauts                

have fiddled their last dance                

they've spun outside of  puzzled wit                         

and squonced the parting glance.  .  .    

i don't see how it ever flew                                   

at such a burly rate                               

and then i had to look away                    

'cause i saw you at my gate. . .                         

control of everything was lost

my poems wrote in Braille   

inside out or upside down  

it takes no skill to fail. . .    

2003