A Lolling

Ahoy land, a sailor shouts

aloud on a barge, a la-la-la

& alack aday. A year or two

I hoped to dawdle along adrift

a layabout, a deck chair

away from honest pursuit

a fair wage, a dollar a day.

A tisket a tasket, I’ve bypassed

cornucopia’s basket, to-dos

gang astray. A cider press

becrazes gnats & bees, adaze

they dip & die, agoggle, amazed.

A penny a play I bask in the breeze

at dusk ablaze in fireflies.

Asleep, amire in dismal slough

I dream about alligators

idling afloat, a wrestle I may

hunker to ante up for:

alas, admit what I’ve lost

not only babies but noon

verses spun in haste, admired

& saved to a file, archived

doodle of digital waste.

Olé, I prefer to lollygag

not flagellate my infantile

gaze at mica-faced arcades

tumbleweeds of macaroni

a gargoyle, a ghost, a maze.