DG89

What’s the point of a point? Any point, any joint, all deliberate
intent, never broken, always bent.

What is up with up and down, fix the frown, be a clown, life
has rainbows and light, have a taste, it is your right.

Have a look, go look and see, go ahead and cross the sea, go
get it, don’t pass up, from now on it’s always up.

It’s a reading, not a rap, speak the truth, don’t set a trap,
my mischievous intonations brought excitement and sensations.

Here I am. My name is I. I would never even lie. Why would I,
and why would you get the lesser, be denied?

Why the strangest expectations, causing extra indignation, ‘catch-your
breath’ exasperation, transformations to the new? One you always kinda knew. Hence
you never start anew.

It’s ok, you’ll get it right. Almost certain that you might.
I don’t really wanna fight, so my lip I better bite.

Wish you luck in your attempts to redo what mind prevents. Even
tends to misdirect, challenging your intellect.

Messing with your night and day, even getting in the way of
the way you always are, maybe shy, but still a star.

Sticking like the summer tar, claiming peace is so bizarre, replicating
Myanmar, your ambition’s Renoir.

Your preset determination, makes for blanket indentation, back
to bare exasperation, to the empty augmentation,

Stage the semi-cancellation of whatever’s on your mind,
cause it messes with your might, so it feels like something died.

So, it hounds steadi-ly , and it never really leaves, keeps
on coming, no relief, so you tend to just relive everything that you have
lived.

All at once. And it appears that your stature disappears, fighting
tears, consequences.

Putting up some brand-new fences. Craving glances – they don’t
look. Flipping pages of a book.

Maybe so, that it took, more of you then you could give, so it’s
harder to forgive. Might as well just breathe and live,

No incentive to deceive, disengage, or misconceive, get
caught up in some pet peeve, always edgy, no relief.