pleasure at eight-six

feet up   enjoyin nix
        no effort   no advice
depends aint in it
        jest lie back   let irksome
must   wave bye bye
        muscles wunce taut  past tense
why shape up
daisical duz it

afore me droopin eyez
        white-crowned sparrer an younker
retrieve seeds let fall
        by fumblebum chickadees
bickerin at feeder over haid

swych effort
        calls fer doze . . .
        wotz dis   brazen sun
        evades shiftless shadow
        ruffles me stilliness
        competes wid impertinent
        heat   fer equipose   mine
        wot comfit were aint

        hey sum booby move me lounge chair
           thinks i   wurld dont care
        tis hanomally o dotard yearz
                wharz respeck?

        move self arguably indoorz
           fallz into wheelchair
         . . . ZZzzzzz


july mmxiii