After belaboring sowing and reaping,
and reminding that Karma is a bitch,
I laud blessed foolishness.
There are things in our living
that can make tricksters of us.
The high card of them all
familial and friendly.
For me, nothing compares to
Who sets one cockeyed silly bombastic
earthmoving and roving,
I do experience this
addicting affliction in my lifetime.
It is fully irrational,
falling to pieces to give all my pieces away.
Mister Toad’s wild ride careens
between crashing chaos and
mounting the silken enchanted carpet.
This love takes body, soul, goods and
Foreshadowing of the searing slicing
of Eros’ love’s end
haunts, bites and blunts.
It leaves me with
that I live authentically
from my foolish smitten heart.
I lose all. I find all.
No one can take this away —
body and soul are knit.
I am the fool clown for love.
I live on.