convoluting or something

in coffee shop again
in a kind of rut
a comfortable rut
like a buck just
in case you missed
my subtle jab
dang there i go
uh convolutin' like
i was really some
kind of poet or sumpun

joni lansing

i could write every poem

listening to joni mitchell songs

'a case of you' playing

like a winter long ago

up there in the east of lansing

trying not to fall in love

and trying to be brilliant

failing at both

kicking back...

thinking and writing

sipping a cup of mesmer

icing on the cake of this day

wondering what canada

i might have lived in musing

‘bout trying to live at living

you make everything better

and angstful at the same time

you make poems just ooze

out of my natural self

what can i say but...

thanks