Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Tickle Feat

Please find laughter hereafter to be far more desirous 
than anything that was written on Pepi's Papyrus. 
Of course there are several, and that is just one 
with instructions that pertain to father and son, 
but it's the oldest I know of all relevant references. 
Five thousand years makes some difference to deferences. 
So, what makes a difference if five thousand more? 
Think 5,000 points, as if we're keeping score. 

If we're keeping score now, imagine what of then 
when our sons wonder about the persons we'd been. 
Give them something to think, something to be quite proud 
that you thought of, decided, and spoke of out loud;   
that you knew what the score was, yet offered to play, 
knowing full well you're here for a limited stay. 

That's just simple advice from someone else's dad, 
and I sure don't expect it's the best you have had,
but consider it offered in pointed context
to my father and son, and my rhyming reflex.


Okay so, about my toes,
one little thing you may not know,
from left to right, ten in a row
when stood side by side, on-line
and all of them now feel just fine
except for one, but they’re all mine. 

So, if we could be somewhere,
someplace outside our heads,
and do something so intimate
it's usually done in beds,
I'd say let's take a walk, and talk
of all the things we've said
upon our feet. Such a little feat,
un petit peu, pied à pied.

Now, if I could touch you,
or know how you feel,
at first this would tickle,
and then help you heal.
Those here who know me,
and have felt my touch,
know what this shows
isn't saying too much.

So, if I could reach you,
I'd teach you a lesson.
Then you'd have to linger
on each finger's impression,
wondering how I knew
which word and letter
would in fact be exactly
what made you feel better.