the fruit fly
Approaching
The keyboard
And I chase

This bug
For what
Reason
Ain't a thug

I hope
It ate
A great
Lunch

Really
I munch
Just as little
But a hunch

Tells me
We are same
Spree
With no name

Perhaps it’s the drive
Repetitively intense
The desire to survive
In spite of contents

Which seem to escape
From a universal depth
A spectral face
Seemingly deep earth

In an obscurity
Of the absolute
Missing purity
But will confute

That depth
Which they believe
Is bereft
When up their sleeve

But they entice
Crashing all about
Slicing a slice
Unable to flout

What they hear
Between their ears
When they near
Neurological fears

Perhaps it’s the drive
Repetitively intense
The desire to survive
In spite of contents

Which seem to escape
From a universal depth
A spectral face
Seemingly bereft

In an obscurity
Of the absolute
Missing purity
But will confute

That depth
Which they believe
Is bereft
When up their sleeve

But they entice
Crashing all about
Slicing a slice
Unable to flout

What they hear
Between their ears
When they near
Neurological fears

The thumb 
And the toe
Either numb
Movement slow

The nose
Can’t smell
If a rose
Ain't well

But off 
The toe
Don't scoff
Odors arose

Stinky
Enough
To be
The rough

Fit of a glove
Then sneeze
And shove
Off a trapeze

Yes the thumb
Who knows
Kept you aplomb
Your balance grows

It’s sox, ie
Just knit cloth
Moxie
Pedestrian sloth

Not by the feet
For handwalking
Is indiscreet
Sidling

Rather give a hand
For what writes
About a gland
A foot only smites

Then stomps
Off madly
A hand romps
Gladly

Spills ink
News delivery
No stink
Just old time recovery


The dumb
Who know
To succumb
Follow below

The arts 
Are a dialect
Of indivisible
Language

Mark that 
There is 
No time
Nor languages

Dialects sure
Only some
Primates believe
In time

Before they ebb 
Off the orb
When gone
So is language

Then see, hear
But don't time
Reality
Is sublime
 

For a Human Bean

Human indulgence
I’ll need to add that 
To my pragmatic relativistic
Neo Chomskyan version 
Of anarcho syndicalism
Next to syntactic deep structure 

We are faced with hominid grace
The origin of time and space
Transcending structurally we face
A theocratic place
But, it is Rock and Roll
And I like it 

It seemed to start
With one a harte
But one younger
Pushed the plunger

The conflict
Was indistinct
Nothing strict
But grounds distinct

Were stretched
Before the fletched
Watching
Digesting

The scene which stood
Before the wood
Where rigid
Teased the frigid

But the plunger
Drove the scene
Though younger
Clearly obscene

Let the stag
Drop the flag
Like the scorn
Of the long past born

Frank was
Gabrielle
Incarnate
Because

Their foreheads
Seemed
Like both deemed
Threads

Of music
Interlude
Crude
Or elegiac

Appreciation
Depends
On errands
Speciation

Where genes
Of birds 
Know words
And it seems

You can't zap
A frog
On a log
For a ...

She’s a feral 
Feline
From Phoenixville

Her demands 
Bind those hands
That she understands

Of two leggers
Reducing them 
To beggars

And brands
Them, commands
Their sapient lands

Put in a spell
By captivating design
Apes obey well

Bret had a heart
Not frozen
From the start
Allan’s just a dozin’

Their DNA
Woke 
On the same day
But when each spoke

A penny
In a poem
Farthing’s pay
For verse’s golem

While syllables cycle
Cardiacally
Not to rickle
Bretherenly

Sleep’s the way
Who last spoke
Dead man’s pay day
Who died broke

This po man
Would break a heart
As Allan 
To those set to depart