What’s up?

It’s no longer a surprise, but

Perhaps I am, human being.

Take off the lid, all that’s beneath

Is ill meaning

Fill it with mirth, giver of gifts,

It will retaliate with ill intention

At someone, it’s not important

Who, at me, for example,

In my wisdom and experience

I say – such content is meaningless

I care not a jot, and joke, tho the thorns be crowned (it’s not funny someone says), even – still –

My gift giving – bold, poesy infected, mad as love, as truth

Moves thru charades of cruelty,

Releasing happiness within – not nasty – no, not that-

Unaffected, a bubbling, pure, stream, as if found again: spirit;

Merry, to share deep bellied laughter with a friend:

And say, I’m joking.