Randomling Thoughts

#1 I am a randomling know not of what I sing don’t know a freakin’ thing that’s prob’ly why I sing #2 Perchance the cat got out the house evicted by the realty mouse claiming that the litter box was grounds to change all of the locks #3 Seven times in seven days I checked the doors – quite unafraid then hid beneath the covers – deep pretending I was fast asleep #4 I took a shot at “randomling” wound up lost and ramble-ing through dusty thoughts and crossed out lines poetic threads in search of rhymes unable to reverse rhyme’s curse to stoop to writing unrhymed verse. #5 thus do we approach the pages end a straightened line that will not bend unable to reset the norm of poetry - as beast – unshorn John G. Lawless 8/29/2015