Reclining On Your Timetable Poem by Denis Mair

Any organic form that is domesticated becomes goofy,

So why not boil it down to a goofy aesthetic?

If it needs to be drawn somewhere it will be drawn where it pleases.

It counts no beans... it makes a pun of your timetable and hunkers on it.

Its softly rumbling gyro poises it between arrival and departure.

It is definite in shape, yet insouciant toward figuration.

Its tenderness may be mistaken for indolence.

Its default is aloofness, but it likes to stay near;