aprillic

No tantrums, no jitters, I'm late again
None to stuck into, every day scot free;
All diminutive, mundane actually mundane,
Long aisle of liberty, what sort of Spree?

No scruff of the neck, sniffing catastrophe,
Two agreeing always is one doing the thinking;
A great many incidents, all without Murphy,
Cheshire smile, skewed grin, like kid winking.

The friend, girl, mate and the boss of life,
Not cogs scraping through, elsewhere in globe;
No hiding, sleight of hand or the vane bluff,
No getting on the nerves, life is a splendid cube.

Neither of the heads abound, controlled by the neck,
Nor a new word, beginning of another argument;
Alices around look safe, what is this? Utopia!
Amicable soul mate, the being's greatest amusement.

How few hit this scrum of sublime velvet patch,
Not due to domination, not a routine, rarity it is;
Join the macrocosm, of the optimistic bandwagon,
Fooling around on this day, or will it be a true razzmatazz?

early morning words of April 1, 2008.