Once upon there was time
that disappeared with words.
That became something unheard.
Thought forgot about rhyme.
Might as well call it umf,
That’s what keeps me going.
The umf in the absurd.
It hits me when I’m sleeping.
It nails me to the bed.
I cannot help but mumbling
what somebody else has said.
I wake up all over
like in a dream magnified.
Is that the sun beating
a piece of me in the tide?
Red is my hereafter.
Number all my parts.
Ungainly my manner.
I’m the ambassador of farts.
An accident pure and simple.
An umf to behold.
Take me. I’m your dimple
in the butt of the old.