no mean spirit
in it,
a little shaken,
mistaken,
that what i did
was stupid,
and then,
yet again.
the latest issue
is pith, marrow and recycled tissue.
no matter the size of the dork,
it rides the water like a cork
or a drunken sailor in a waterproof box
committed to the current in detox.
almost defeats the porpoise.
mercury is risen
as a lean, aeolian alien,
sowing tomorrow's sorrows,
harm in harmony,
expressing gratitude
with a pained attitude,
appreciation with
depreciation
and apologies
in eloquent elegies.
medicine walks
the razor’s edge.
hermes will fledge
and take sweet flight
from the ledge,
no mean spirit
in it.
there is only one revolution,
and it is revolving now.
occupy everything.
