December's Post (A Bit Late)

God
there is
a lot of

blather
signifying something
maybe love or

lust
or something
even finer if

such
a thing
can even exist

in
this world
of improbable rules

and
mutable tools
for lyrical living

a
sort of
linear accelerator for

symphonies
of musical
lines dreamed up

by
melodious madmen
and madwomen of

uncommon
verbal acuity
a perpetual arriving

in
the form
of moving words

yes
I think
they call it

love
or joy
or some such ...

(C) Bob Loomis, 2013