By the Way

 

Fiddlesticks, humdrum, either way,

who can rightly say? I float listlessly

in motionless doldrum waters today.

Uptight, upright, out of sight, some

will convey. What in hell do they

know anyway? Not a chance in hell,

I say. Handmade, barmaid, homespun

cotton and corn candy, all just words

typed on a page. Go figure. Take it

for all it’s worth. You were expecting

Shakespeare perhaps? No way. Fiddlesticks,

humdrum, either way. Tomfoolery, a means

to an end nonetheless.

                                -30-

Chris Hanch 3-31-2022