Parts of Sumthin’

the bus to

Abyss

(in Wonderland)

was short

and took me…uh…

long

–speeding with Bollocks

an’ no key

it dropped off steeply

–no spire inside interwoven fingers, and believe me, they were plenty laced

and falling so rapid-ly, I

wasn’t even bunny, and

I for sure

wasn’t tardy

in any sense

though considerably over-do

–and late in book,

so ass over teakettle

was I

I couldn’t even whistle

wolf a’tall—

nor notice

—for that matter—

a Musing minutiae

evidencing on descent

–but here’s an itemized list, anyway:

penny punnies

(cents of humor)

and shocked clocks

–hands to face at precisely 9 and 3—

uncensored cats,

and scores of babbling biker babes

–chicks imbalanced–

suggestive snacks at bottom

holy unnecessary

scarcely communion– these crackers at ground level

and no high table with key

or low one, ether

netting or webbing wound through

hare

–that again—

I found I was not

…

no roots to drug self up, neither

here nor there

so I clawed my way up top in that cliché way one claws

a talon at a time, and

hella dirty

(on the surface)

once more—

still…

for going transit

I ran

(amuck)

(over)

(and is there 1 or 2 g’s in ragged?)

whee

wee

we

–alla way home.