I guess we won't appreciate joys
And leisure time good fun toys
unless we have pain
just now and again
so that the good times don't start to cloy.

Each superabundance of pain
is something that helps life complain.
An excess of pleasure
exacts some real measure
of joy that appears very vain.

Illusions persuaded the sky
to have all the sweetness of pie,
as life's varied forces
had learned which remorses
best offered a dab in the eye.

We seldom believe what he spouts,
for he is the vainest of louts.
We like him a little
yet note how much spittle
results in his wars against doubts.

We've certainly come to our senses
in manners that mend many fences,
as if we're aware
that hide isn't hair
and every fresh sadness condenses.

My martyrdoms bring large disguises
affecting how light re-arises,
and, soon, several stars
have brought out some cars
quite likely to add to most sizes.

Once language began hurried forming
that merrily mirrored huge storming
great birthdays had found
some sensitive ground
for hoopla as grand as most warming.

One trilogy offers a story
of sorrow and ardor and glory
and has as its hero
an absolute zero
that causes all worlds to seem gory.

One temporal aspect of all
the goings of life is called "fall,"
where leaves that keep dying
give proof worlds keep frying
in batters and oils that spell "squall."

I often feel ready to dwell
in every deep section of hell
and often am given
such hell I stay riven
till Nature has no sense of smell.

I haven't invited much love
that doesn't imply some sad shove,
nor have I created
a world that stays fated
while breeding divine kinds of dove.

The walls of a pub had to crumble,
for everything turned so darned humble
that fish upon fish
expressed no firm wish
in favo[u]r of forces that stumble.

A pub with no landlord goes downhill
lack of service a most bitter pill
If you want a drink
Your thirst has to sink
Or desire will just make you ill

An absentee landlord became
amused when I'd called out his name
and asked his succeedings
to practice large weedings
composed of pure fortune and fame.

SURVIVAL
Survival remains my main skill,
except that I always stay ill
and thus own dimensions
that practice abstentions
from nothing save pill after pill.

Drink added water. -- bh

WE LOITER
We loiter around and about
in terms of appearing devout
against each suspicion
whose central ambition
could seem to include us quite out.

Some phrasings are terribly recent. -- bh

IN MEMORY
In memory has to survive
some concept of being alive
until countless forces
might summon resources
that let much deep sweetness arrive.

You sound gaga! -- bh

O MAY I?
O may I bid blossom a play
implying some very dark day
politely encumbered
with jollity numbered
on pedestals certain to stay?

THE GREETINGS
The greetings you've given of late
have tended to seem stripped of hate,
and most of your smiling
has seldom caused riling
to visit life's endless debate.

We might like less lauding. -- bh

O MAY I?
O may I ecstatically swing
on all of the glory you bring
to absolute knowledge
as knowledge breeds college
professing no infinite sting?

O MAY I?
O may I consult with you now
regarding the shape of your prow
as moments elusive
might seem unabusive
with little save grief to endow?

THE FOOD
The food I consume is quite scrumptious,
or I'm so completely presumptuous
I somehow stay at
fresh prospects of fat
that have to breed worlds ever bumptious.

Art thou some lardy bard? -- bh

AS FAXED
Pretending that things can be fixed
creates a concern that seems fixed
on forcing the fixed
to learn a line fixed
on lending mere thought something fixed.

EXHAUSTION
Exhaustion takes over my flesh
and loudly forbids that I mesh
except as nonaction
that can't find much traction
except as a flail slow to thresh.

That rhyme seems ingrained. -- bh

THE HEATHER
The heather keeps growing like mad,
and Nature, that multiple fad,
projects toward our beings
enough jolly freeings
to speak of no concept quite sad.

We envy your greenness. -- bh