I toe the mink dark lake.
Numerous sub-rational beliefs
wrinkled and loopy
prickle
a sunk runt moon.
The daily special:
Sodden Insight.
This swell acumen
comes with its own fish whisker dip
and moonlit ripple.
My reckless sleep
is diluted with pleasing dreams.
A flickering lunar monocle
pale as a root
blooming against
solar solipsism.
Splash!
(I hope for a surprise)
But the habit of sanity,
shallow as it is,
does not lapse.
I dip my cup for some punch.
Schools of thought:
rigorous fish
tinsel flash
in earnest circles
churning a froth of
suds that blather and wink
then slip back to still.
The lake slinks
away and toward
each moment
I hold my breath
under water and drink.