As Usual

Why are thoughts so fat?
Why do they mount
up in the sky like obese
acrobats, defying gravity –

absurdly balanced
tonnage in a tower?
Where do they get their power?
I watched one fleshy hillock

of them flower on my desk
today. As usual, it had
to have its way. As usual,
it didn’t have much style.

As usual, each semi-colon,
period, parenthesis
and comma in it wore
a wide complacent smile.




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