Perennial Measure 2

A perennial incredulity, really a vow, to oneself, to a god,

But really more out of habit, expecting none to love all this

Quick, lasting, and non-fasting fracas of vowels and non

     sequiturs.

This is the cramming justification I offer all my ghost fans to

     the brim:

Devour everything from nothing! I exist not here, relentless

     though

I am in this surveying the land with my rebellious sextants;

Listen not, for I’m not here; I’ll read not, I’ll see you there—

I write for the luxury of having done my non-responsibility,

Earning for myself tickets to go home, having saved private

Whining, dining alone, blogging along like a fool, like a

     retired tool

Of an absentee Muse of communication fantasy, keyboard-

     stomping

Like one possessed by the devils of a sea devoid of fishes,

Enjoying the doldrums solely, a man in bikini, sharks’ envy

Whose hungers keep lurking around in the deepest sound of

     hollows.