Funky Notions

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Funky Notions

Nothing needs to come out of this blistered brain
At least as far as the eye can see—
Where is the ditch into which the wheel has dug?

Do I want three lines, or four, or more
Is all the problem I can muster—Oh, how I must be
Blessed to have such trivial incongruities?
Where are the windmills when you need them?

No, I will not castigate this heart for this—
It existed way before the lava in my mind began
To gurgle on the rim of possibilities.

Hey, granny-woman—you could frimbulage your daughter
Who has an eye for things you spew forth—
No matter your heart be sanctuary for the downtrodden

The unmixed, the ultimately blessed—and wait!
Where did you just go?  No, I didn’t go there . . .
Of course, you did, you (stops for a swig of lightning) . . . 

Anyway, Love is such an all inclusive word . . .
But then she confessed she did not know what Love is
And you have always felt that Love is all you know
Even if you fail along the trail that Love to show!

Little wonder she doesn’t get you or her own children
Who must languish because you are afraid
To offend with your funky . . . notions . . .