Love Is The Ultimate

Bones rest in the depths of rivers
Haunts comb the woods for verities
Drag the shallows for capricious souls
Out for a float on the breeze

Contemplating my own mortality
I feel my life so much more
But you know I could quite as easily
Just sit here and contemplate yours

A breeze on the earlobe stirs easy
Arousal of gale surreality
All because love is the ultimate
Human abnormality

Why would anyone name a cat that?
Not Sylvester, or Felix, or Herman?!
Kristy's monicker makes no sense
Mr. Freud doesn't even LOOK German!

Kyle proclaims that cats are buddhists
But I'm not so convinced about that
Certain in the relativity
That buddhists all think they are cats

A breeze on the earlobe stirs easy
Arousal of gale surreality
All because love is the ultimate
Human abnormality

We all yin to the yang of each other
And yang to the yins and vice versas
The yanging of yin unrequited
With the ching and the chi and the tai in reverses

Maybe buddhists don't think they are cats after all
But I think that they wish that they were
Or maybe they wish they could just be more like them
In a soul's aperture, sneaky mystics with fur 

A breeze on the earlobe stirs easy
Arousal of gale surreality
All because love is the ultimate
Human abnormality

So I'll see you all at the party, folks
Though brevity will have to suffice
I'll be the ficus next to the wall
At one with my cloaking device

I really look forward to seeing you
And hoping that you can't see me
When all that white noise turns a harsher tone
I'll take myself out for a float on the breeze

A breeze on the earlobe stirs easy
Arousal of gale surreality
All because love is the ultimate
Human abnormality

(He's one that I'm sure I can talk to
And engage in psychotherapy
I'm gonna go home and let Sigmund
Psychoanalyze me)

 © John Kennan 8-9-19