A Few Dumb Poems

A Walk into the Thicket

I walk into such thicket for such answers

            Life purpose

                        For hope of learning nature’s charms

            To find life purpose

                        For those days I lay dying

                                    I hope to not discover—not living

I not want this life to live

            Not to give up.

                        Unless it neededly be so

I wanted to remove from life:

            That which that that fight bad

            [And]Cowardly chaos

I sought to rim wide and tightly the tree [of life]

            To drive life into no certain escape

                        To deprive, of all luxuries, it.

If it prove a fighter . . .

            Then I’d so speak of this

                        In published prose

            Be it gentle—or sweet

                        As lover may so be

            Of such I’d ably speak truly

I see as it lie—in men’s lives

            For there to be an unknown

                        Whether it be:

                                    DIVINE

                                                  OR

                                                        DASTARDLY DIVINE

I walk into such thicket for such answers.