Let us pour cups of coffee at 6 a.m.
To set up and swirl the internal, visceral, humble conversation
And drift out of dreams and screams. The what does it all mean questions –
Which are infusing our mental quarters
And set us up pressing and perusing, all the hourly, weekly, monthly, yearly, thoughts
which left us confusing each other.. and perhaps others.
What is the moments musing?
I will tell you.
Speak to me.
I will speak to you.
Say your life in verse.
Tell it to me softly.
Sing it in tuneful, soulfull, thrilling
Let us speak –
Let our minds drift –
as we take our bites of jellied and buttered toast.
What will you be up to?
What have you been up to?
I have been up, down, swung left, swung right.
I am a little mesmerized in the
Thoughts, inclinations, frustrations,
which have left me paralyzed.
I may or may not be all right.
I hope your life has been a delight.
Never mind the strings hummed on my daily plight.
I am sure it will be all right.
It is all about the fight –
Swung with our personal kicks and punches –
sometimes ending in victories…
The lulls of life all lay on a coin toss of head or tailes.
What will be our end state count?
What will be the end tally?
Check my hand.
Tell where the end toll of toil will land.
Oh! you don’t know.
Well… I don’t either I suppose.
Only history will read it out I suppose?
A chronicle will tell both our all I suppose.
Let us tell all as the crumbs fall.
Well that is all I suppose.
I know you really need to go.
I suppose I played too much upon my own oboe.
Tell me about news of your travels
When you return.
Perhaps, I have a few things to learn
Upon this future news.