Go ahead
Psychoanalyst
Of an existentialist
But instead

Retreat
Into that place
Personal space
Stinky feet

Fear to tread
Kick a meme
Sew a seam
Love’s thread

So relax
Experience
The distance
Over fact’s tracks

I died 
Three years 
Ago
But my mind
Bemuses
Maybe it'll glow
It refuses
Any kind
Fast or slow
Of fears
Untried

When Nero
Was around
Rome burning 
To the ground
No sound
Nada zilch zero

Arose from the sun
Like a smoke detector
Alerting
His imperial inspector
Roman Praetor
The fall has begun

But a waning moon’s coo
Tolled a mournful sound
Rome burning
To the ground
Nothing profound
All civilizations do

I’m never amusing
Maybe too didactic
So I appear confusing
Oh, twere I slapstick

I'm afraid of heights
So I can’t trip
In cream pie fights
Do a back-flip

Yet I can orate
With a sense where
Being great
None could care

So I am a comic
Not by my choosing
Using uttered static
Better off schmoozing
 

He was an eidetic
Though illiterate
Replete with rhetoric
Able to berate
With vision myopic

All print stood near
Well literally blind
He could only hear
His mind would wind
In an atmosphere

Where he’d remember
Unable to read
Alphabetic ambler
Of a creed
Most stammer

So ebooks
Saved his day
Elemental crooks
Letting him stay
With intellectual schnooks

Carving a tunnel
Rhapsodising
Time is a funnel
Nothing surprising

An arch rises
One collapses
No surprises
Just lapses

Untouchable
For bad grammar
Yet knowable
So far

As a joke 
Can travel
Under a yolk
To unravel

The way
To a tunnel's end
And play
Time’s endless trend

So here you see
Me
No differently
A homeless junkie

From
Some scum
Seeking a slum
To become

A novitiate
Put food on a plate
Graduate
Clear the slate

Evolve
Your resolve
Dissolve
Lack of love

Why gaze West

You dallied in Dover

Gay Headedly distressed

White cliffs

Span an ocean

Revolutionary tiffs

Aquinnah  

Knew North East

Yet shared their feast

Gosh

He broke

His appointment

Ginger

Don’t get so

Steamingly close

We

Were here

First

The stars
And birds
Ride them like cars
Without words

But their blems
Know birth
Beyond problems
Of any girth

Shoreside
Or up the hill
All fauna slide
Just for the thrill

They are bars
Fed by turds
Towards
Dominance lacking words