Excuse me

Excuse me! I know these are bad poems.
What can I do?
I am crazy
I am mad
My light headless state doesn’t allow for perfection
I find this hilarious
Yet, I sing on and on and on – and I can’t even hold a
note to save my life
My singing is as bad as my poetry
Don’t invite me to your party unless bad poetry and bad
singing make you happy
Enlightenment allows for no perfection
Perfection is only for those who still have minds
I am fucked!
But I rather like it.
Crazier and Crazier
No end to this vastness!
Come along if you like . . .

July 2013