Varför tankspritt stöka, oblitt rota å böka?

Brist på sinnesnärvaro
orsakar frånvaron
försvårar vår samvaro
tömmer ut tillvaron

Men säj varför då
ständigt stöka?
Oblitt hålla på
tankspritt böka?

Rota, rusa runt
kan det sluta väl då?
Upptagen av strunt
varför fortsätta så?

Väl helt å hållet urbota
att våra egna liv skrota?!

Tittle-tattle in Seattle

Haven’t we got quite the knack
for freely shooting the breeze
for endless boorish yak
above pizza dripping cheese?

I’d rather hold out for the arcane
hoping to get bit more evolved
than being dragged down in the mundane
by someone soundly self-involved:

Spottily bit snottily
naughtily or haughtily

Say more with less by cutting to the core

Spouting loud & prolific
those quips brought up galore
be they seldom specific
can still inflict ‘earsore’

As quips propound they obfuscate
do not frame for clarity
but contrarily dissipate
lack focus on verity

While attempts quatrain verse
to cut to the core
to speak sparsely & terse
Such contrary chore …

… to fit into rhymed space
with some semblance of grace

So what if the sky is grey or blue when busy pricing household glue?

They walk in Summer weather gorgeous beyond words (at least mine) but seems can’t refrain from ogling their smart phone screens

Roundly outsmarted by their phones
amidst billions fellow clones:

Do they watch sky’s shades of blue
listening to winds rustling leaves
while price checking household glue
or how to foil those cat food thieves?

Are their lives adhering to plans
getting soon to driving that Benz?

Gamla kroppar glappar tills den dag vi sjappar

Gamla kroppar glappar
vårt förstånd likväl förstås
tills den dag vi sjappar
Händer oss alla, gunås

Men ett förlopp så helt banalt
kan levas som jämnmods äventyr
Vårt åldrande fastän fatalt
kanske ej som slut men ouvertyr?

Tills vi bor där vi slipper jaga
å beskäftigt styra å klaga …