01 May 2013

Old Aphorisms

 

Having tried to stay away from measures made
from anarchies of arcane machinations & failed
leaves me lesser than the leery discards of old
aphorisms; where one believes truth’s counted
only in kind words – or numbered agreements
exclusive of inane or profound commentary on
observations inconsequentially registering the
term ‘toilet seat’ – I’m bloody amazed


I write a fine verse praising loss of structured
sleep today and find my beloved’s already an
evening statistic snoozing early at her PC – to
say it is beyond me gauges disbelief in what’s
obvious; there’s something afoot in the State
of Incredulity that is way beyond me
© 3 April 2013, I. D. Carswell