Rock (Skipping) Solo

No one cares about the individual pebbles -
Be they sonnets, polished and smooth
or free verse, rough like a rebel,


The intent of creation does not perturb nor sooth
Pure enjoyment of the motion of pen on paper, like power pitches:
Add spin, just to scratch the cranial itches ---

The occasional one that hops with wit or rhyme
(Like sensational songs that drop and disappear with time)

Somber or playful, skip away into the ambivalent ambiance.

Caterwaul Ensemble

The warm belly,

The blue collar,

The uncounted, unmistakable scents of domestication,

The incessant jingle,

Unmasking every near invisible,

Prowling step     -

-.

All is an accompaniment,

To the Caterwaul Ensemble - soon to begin - 

                                                - ready to Pounce -

Ferally, impatiently ponderous (in estrus?)

Gambling nothing and all,

for an indefinite, improbable, impalpable imperfection:

Just the right scars,

                Entwined and locked, fitted like keys with

Just the right flaws.