Under Construction

Lady and gentleman,
if such should occur, it pleases me
to announce, again:

A rededication of purpose
or at least, content,
content in itself without
purpose. I send: to you,
if you will:

These poems. On average, one

for every day. A dog's breakfast

of near and accidental rhyme,
abstract pictures in concrete words,
well-meant puns, and retarded adolescent
grand romantic sexuality. I guess,

pretty much what you are free
to expect from me.

Excuse the mess