Solitary Solace
Passing populous parties,
I prefer some seclusion.
A private place, a lot of space,
Obtrusive clamor is muted.
Star shine’s bright no city light
intrudes to dilute it.
To conclude I’m reclusive
is to reduce the elusive,
rather recognize my reckoning
eluding callused collusions.
Masquerade minimum
mandates maximum
mass wax masks are on,
menacing more minutes gone.
Maddening mingling
mimicking mattering;
mentioning mumbling,
jibbering jabbering.
Shown me the door,
and I show you skedaddling.
Clutch hit the floor
needle soar like javelin.
Catapult gravel,
engine roar
pistons paddling;
acurrately acting
as if the Ac is Italian.
Begin bombastic performance,
blithely blasting a chorus;
no suggestion of repression
(like when backing Honduras.)
Bustle back to the fortress
in the back of the forest,
snuggle with a pudgy pup
‘n’ kick back like a loris.