is to continue the process of self-inquiry,
that I might become a kinder, wiser, better man.

By n' by, perhaps my efforts
will serve to organize the Disorderly in my Being,
whereupon I expect it shall follow quite naturally
that I will at long last begin to keep my environs tidy & clean...🦃

& I believe the consistent, long-term practice
of an introspective journalling has lent me
a better'n average idea of what might could lie
submerged in the depthless Ocean of my Unconscious.

Now, it took 52 long years to get to this juncture,
& presently my onliest motivating goal in Life

than not I can lay hands on what I am looking for
in relatively short order, see what I mean?

& this same fact holds true for the jumble of my Mind
-- a little concentration & usually I can recollect
or retrieve whatever psychologic or intellectual material
is extant back in there.

seemingly lost in terminal Squalor & Disorder,
all riotous & ragged & a paucity
of shabby, el cheapo personal possessions
overwhelmed by an accrual of the detritus of modern Life,
the waste which accumulates.

Nevertheless, I got a good, albeit approximate, idea
where everthin IS, & more often

-- it is Chaos in my Mind
(& an unfortunate degree of FILTH, besides).

& yet, there IS somethin of an underlying ORDER
-- although not "Order" as most folkses would understand it.
It is idiosyncratic, & it can be
comprehended only by ME.

& this is as my roominghouse room be:

Miaow, or meow? How do Cookie sing? 🦃😽❤️😽🦃

a frustrating, irrational variable they cannot predict
nor even begin to comprehend...

& they RESENT it,
feelin that all Human Beings ought ALWAYS act
in their own rational, economic self-interest.

Really, we alla us might just as WELL be BEANS,
fer all the Heart in these reactionary economics.🦃

a Human Life can hold is coldly economic, & can be
quantitatively measured in the way that a beancounter
might inventory his garbanzos & chick peas.

Such language is the speciality
of only the most Antihuman, Soulless hack economists
for whom the Human element has always been

& raw, naked NEED, forever unmet...

But I tell ya what: the LONGEST day
of any given month is the day before the cheques drop
onna last business day of the month.
These hours is crawlin like molasses goin up a hill... 🦃

mutter a fruitless prayer & try
to ride out the Tempest raging,
pinin at last for the crushing boredom
to reassert itself...

cargo shorts for to showcase the liver spots
on his knobby ole oldster knees, ya know what I mean?!?

T'ain't a "midlife crisis" by any means;
this be a petrified, mummified state
of permanent manchildism, dig?🦃