Bascule
By Lou Blodgett
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To what do you turn when you wonder?
When the questions constrict your very crown?
With the weight of the options you are under,
but no true choice seems to be around?
Perhaps you will have to ask
the thing in the marigolds.
The mystery who lives underground.
When you can’t seem to get the question straight.
You’ve Googled, circling back where you began.
The simplest thoughts refuse to formulate.
It’s the time to utilize the source at hand.
I guess you’ll just have to ask
the thing in the marigolds.
He’s incisive and comprehensive and.
And!
In the many-factored state which is the world,
he is there to steer you right and leave your brain uncurled.
He might be burrowing in the patch out west.
Just past the drama melon, scratching out a something nest.
If your query is specific or obscure,
pack your question tight. Take it to the lawn.
Something there knows the answer sure.
He can make it terse, or take time to respond.
Of course, you will have to ask
the thing in the marigolds.
The thing that your glad luck has drawn.
What he rolled around in could be bad, I bet.
Suffice to say he’s not a proper pet.
For those he calls friends, he’ll never fail.
I only saw him once. He has no tail.
He’s stalking slugs or watching garlic grow.
I can safely tell you that he’s a something with a clue.
With an extended run of his beastie show.
Make sure to prepare yourself, ‘cause you’ve got to
saunter to the marigolds,
see what your future holds,
and lead off with: “What the heck are you?”
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I looked up Bascule, and now
I looked up Bascule, and now want to read Feersum Endjinn - is that where your title comes from? Your poem made me think of Dr Seuss, but I am a bit worried that the first question seems a bit rude? Maybe am a bit sensitive today as, when weeding (and covered in midge bites and mud), someone staying upstairs on holiday said "Are you weeding? I am a gardener and I can't be bothered with that anymore, I industrial spray everything, now, much better" But the look he gave me was kind of "What the heck are you?" :0)
Anyway, I liked your poem, your work always cheers me up in a thinking kind of way
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