Blundering what to do

I blurbled through the day
Blundering what to do
Blister bent backwards
Bent to twist two ties
But the work ladder bent on hallowed ground
Searching for metaphor
Ending in obscurity
The poet's name and signature
No real worth
Besides it was bent up to show a left hand L
If it had another foot it would be an upside down capital T
But the land fell down surfing the plains
First down upsome street
Then up ladder avenue
There was no settling for less
The bridges were up and pissing the passes
And the price of fried eggs were down
Just to a bug or two
Blundering what to do
When the hammer bent the bicycles in two
Why not three or four
I don't know
It didn't fit the hot randomness of the attire
And the lids weren't happy either
They went outdoors and scolded the bleach
Sending in tongues of cat skins
And other things that make you go gross but don't know why
Or maybe you don't care and this rambling piece has just gone on too long
Why oh why didn't he write a haiku
Five seven five
Seventeen syllables
Instead he wrote this
Blurbling through the day
Just a bug or two
Blundering what to do.

Denis Streeter  8/17/12