what do I have now?
Full of Self-Possessions,
my Belongings
of Sense were
Lost in Transit,
–Thank God I wore sensible shoes–
Family Trappings
rerouted to
God knows Where
an’ me with all these claim tickets I can only exchange for more forms…
*Lifeless forms*
a Baggage Check I’d rather
fuggadabout
–fuggadabout being the answer to 235 across, as well–
in the Traveler’s Anagram Puzzle Book I also have,
> and am never without <
what else do I have, I wonder?
I bare Gab Gifts
loads of Gab Gifts,
scrumptious & extravagant &
à la mode
arriving late & making a splash
in fabulous Raps
& bespoke as Auntie Mame
More reliable than Fed-Ex,
these Prescience of Mind arrive 24/7–
in all kinds of weather
providing so many Stringed Thoughts to sign for,
I toss the bulk unopened in the general direction of
Public Storage
a permanently grey area that Mugs
but never rains
>splattering Affects<
aiming parabolic, rainbow synapses
across acres and acres of Unreal Estate
–I own!
flat out own–
minus the
more-more-more Gauge
and Room with View
I homesteaded myself,
for the prerequisite 7 years
(and then some)
impossible to find on open market…
What else…what else…what else!
Lessee–
write.
in Deed.
My Knowledge Wealth.
That’s highly bankable, too,
just not to the US,
and grows on Principles
in which I placed great Stock
–so surprise!
That makes me rich!
My Wordy Goods only accruing daily
> ignorance <
for example,
means: bliss
didja know?
and Mind Peaces
*tho scattered*
–more valuable still.
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