Time is open

To clearing space

For minimalism’s

Max effect:

Thymos will, then,

Cut despair, grace

Entering liminal

Flat erect. ; )

Whilst prodigiously playing Beethoven’s fifth,

Spectral reality emerged from hid myth,

Sending frazzles of fear falling down spine’s pith

And angst biting each nail into eolith—

Until poltergeisted pianist did smith

‘Symphony For Ghostbusting In C’ forthwith. ; )

Kitty thought the fried fish was free,

Not just the snapper’s brusquerie.

So, now, the cost of such a call?

Furious feline in a ball.

Will soft and sun reset peeved pet?

Is this the calm before regret?

Tuna maki-ing up with her

May be the only path to purr. ; )

Bay bridges days of haze

With summer’s phase of laze

As peoples do make well

Play on used brocatel

Until shindigs at parks

Heed needs of pups’ worn barks,

Heading where hills abide,

Welcome returns with tide—

Havens assuring seats

For city’s story treats. ; )

Oh, when that Jim Carrey gets you

By playing a merry-andrew,

Such fuss musts self through credits roll

For, it’s hoped, one more scene of LOL. ; )