Down the Bones

Writing Down the Bones

No one need immediately love & cherish me

for  my mock mock mocking bird blues and

yet it’s a good thing to make funny with the

serious all too serious series of serial killers

killing me softly with their song & eternal

recurring dance mc carver; fool and be fooled,

yo mama:  give & forgive and be forgiven.

I don’t know any one with no sense of humor

or would admit to it if they didn’t so it’s surely

a manner of finding the right funny bones
banging elbows on the table: knock a knock-
kneed  joint from behind so as to re-connect
them  bones them wry bones and maybe they’ll
thank me for it later

I’m almost sure they will: who don’t want a

make-over?  knows job, bootie lift, fanny
packpackaged for  survival with 6-pack abs
sufficient to endure the  vigor of the apprentice:
you’re fired up and  ready to go 

It’s a fool’s paradigm finding folly under one’s
very gnosis,  fools gold’s gym where all that
glitters is so bright I need to  wear shades to
study the darknessthat mothers invention