Hobbies @ 8 mo.

Optometry: Beauty is in they eye of the beholder, after all,
whether you're a cyclops, a cyclone,
or a potato:

Sitting up: the minimal requirement

for ascending the throne,
although crawling around on one's footstool

commando-style

and traveling carpet deserts like a sidewinder

is still legit . . . and lotsa fun,

the Pharaoh even says so! Or would if he could.

Bouncing: not at the doorways of bars,

not from job to job like a loafer

or a bad lounge-act,
not like a football on atrocious astro-turf

or like a player, from woman to woman,

or a particle.

but out of pure joy . . . bouncy, bouncy, bouncy . . .

Curling up in the corner with the household turtle:
The party's over
and all of the excitement has decayed
like a radioactive sugar isotope
and fizzled into dream foam
to be used and reused by by the stagehands
that manage baby dreams
in the littlest theaters:



Terpy is with me.
I am swathed in a blankey!

Ah to rest, at long last!