The Tasty Bits
Initially, I was convinced
that she barked madly at the moon,
enraged to find that tasty bit
of cheese was out of reach again,
diurnal pantomime played out,
quixotic tiltings of the mind,
quotidian, unfiltered thoughts
best left to unrecorded dreams.
But unbeknownst to me, there lay
hidden within those stranger lines,
contagion or a viral code,
a stowaway that slipped through the
defenses of my mind and made
its home within my furrowed brow.
What wondrous, vile, infecting muse
is this that I now too am drawn
to cycles cursed, responding with
a seeming lack of will, as does
regard this free and rambling form?
I do not know, and caring less,
I seek the tasty bits with great
delight, to savor, contemplate
until again, I can draw near.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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