my friend, you had to ask
one of those moods
i am working on a panegyric
concerning humanity from a misanthropic view
therein i struggle, do not we all
life just is, verisimilitudes, contradictions, axioms
as eyes see them, mariner wearing albatross
lives in the purgatory of the perineum
is it an asshole, prick or cunt
it cannot quite grasp qualia 
that somehow the quale does not relate
we are not really in touch with any mental state
a pithy observation i realize
know other words less rough-hewn
those appearing scientific, socially acceptable
seems to fit us, every dictionary 
drag out the scales and get honest
do not misinterpret these observations
i am not some demigod, nor demagogue
upon some priggish tower of power
my lot is in the thick of it
from the mirror i perceive
a flower i am not
i am not the only one aware of this
for i have wallowed with the swine
been politely asked to leave
there are witnesses
nor am i devitrifying manunkind in total
there are those sometimes charitable acts
yet from the misuse, misrule, misology
not to mention mishandle, misoneism
i have discovered, the eulogy is no misnomer
it leaves me in little doubt
ennobling heuristics genetics seeks shelter
from those didactic dialectic roters
in search of knowledge
money, power, possibly some narcissistic recognition
not denying Emily's microscope prudent
God knows the debt we owe science
but if we may compare rats and cheese
there goes shine on harvest moon
i have begun to wonder of late
if those Neanderthals were so stupid
in refusing to cross genetics
as i Neanthropic out, back at, o'er the sea
these rapacious Cro-Magnon cousins' stomachs
however, latest research only validates
Cro-Magnon were probably rapers too
i cannot help but remember  Kerouac's
sidewalk trailing observation
that there were a lot of serene trees
in the popsicles mindlessly walking by
his disparage for university poets
however, it is not such a fatal view
i am unable to smile at children
praying there is a future, hope springs ect.
i am not Diogenes looking for a light
old evolution took another macromutation
the garden's fruition, struggling survivors 
we ended up with matches, loggers, monkeys
ended up in cages for experimentation
habitats destroyed for furniture, floors, paneling
however, we do this with egalitarian intent 
some see this as an empyreal dictate
Lowry, your children destroy the garden
others the highest of stupidities
yet in this world, this is not a first
nor will it be the end of all
we must hold our breath with meliorism
you and i know what happens
when you take yourself with a serious aim
that is a half-baked half-wit
who has gotten halfway
then only to discover possibly
it has only a half-truth and halitosis 
so here i struggle my friend
genetically pensive with bad breath
where soughs cruise thru the coconuts
knowing just as you do
death fully bakes the truth, ends the halitosis
as always grinning sardonically in my heteroclite existence
and how are you


         San Blas   92