ramblings to rummage through - for seekers of rickety rhapsody
and contemplators of crossroads with serpentine sheen...
sometimes I imagine myself alone in the jungle
barefoot (with callouses of course)
hunting hubris with sharply honed pizazz set and drawn on a bow of supple humility...
but then, avalanchic ephemerality crashes down
and I realize that even this aspiration of this clown
(like so many others, begun with giggles of glee
- hee hee look at me I've got it! I shout -
later turning out to be the beginnings of sinnings in the form of
me as frantic romantic
or dramatic fanatic,
or bombastic iconoclast...)
won't last
for fools fall fast when chasing their own shadow
so I invite others to join me in doing the catalyst twist!
for I, the Don of Anon, who take so long to get walking shoes on,
have finally donned my dancing boots and I plan to really move
if you'll join me (you know, if you like to groove), it'll be a hoot,
and since although I dunno which way to go,
shoot, to dance in place takes the greatest grace
and we won't have to chase this spot we got right here.
