Hello Intrepid Reader of Poetry

Hello intrepid reader of poetry. Nice of you to drop in. I would offer you a diet soda, And a few tokes of the ganja out in the garage, but I am not there, and you aren’t here; so that’s that. Nevertheless, this blank document is where I find substantial solace, Away from the insane oozing organism, Called Life, here in this fast-paced sojourn from point A to point B, alas There is some truth lurking inside the small trivial things, which tug at our sinking sanity, daily. One hour after waking up, we are planning dinner; The highlight of another typical day. But you, intrepid reader of poetry, these are not your ways, nor your thoughts. For you have significant work to accomplish, important people to meet and enjoin; Long books to read, and letters of importance to answer, Then, another night of soft sleep to be had, With dour dreams that never presage anything epic, Never tasting anything with “sour misfortune’s book,” Although at times, we must wonder. So, you like poets? Here is my card: As you can see, I am just another word dandy and time traveler, Walking and traipsing this amazing planet, like you, Like all the others who found the Muse and lent an ear, but Are we not of the same splendid gardens? The same fountains east of the eucalyptus trees? Are we not of the gentle immortals, who soulfully now reside in the secret shadows? Will you now walk with me down this still path. To the back house, out amongst the ivy trellises swooning in silence? So, are you still there my friend? My intrepid reader of poetry? Did my latest poetic plunge bore you beyond all human tolerance? Did you just waste two minutes of your time that you will never get back, while reading this forgettable attempt at poetry writing? So, where is everyone going tonight? Any parties? Any ladies looking for a little nookie in the dark? Hello honey. Nice of you to drop in. What do the clientele call you around here? Hi Vixen, care for a diet soda?