magnum 48 downed but
—hasn't always been this way,
once knew a thing, or two (three ?)
but can't clearly see of it
eye's bloodshot heavy-lidded
I reverse jog to mucky mindedness
that's bending asinine
from attending the belly spot
of tissue hand wiped
regular with my gibberish yuk
a seeming deliberate word
a genius fastened blown apart
into fragments of my tic-tac self
& examined decrepitude,
yet...
I indeed flip the cause...
liking the loggerhead
ramble, weave two steps
to a pool of mystic nothingness
(unknowing) flits the barren bowl
my mind made, though I mix
anything to flush offensive debris
odors like stale cheese
I'm down & enjoy a laugh,
or two thinking
of some buried significance,
or another two,
when what appears
I mutter a lame 'excuse me,'
for what's cramping thru
the pot's hole
