techno plagues

i am being neurotic
not supersonic
my mind is going bubonic
perhaps i could use a gin and tonic?

sadly, there is only meade
or homemade elderberry wine
and given the time
it does seem prudent
lest there be rudimentary logic

that now is not the best time
nor would it be the best rhyme
to begin such meanderings
as can be held within
pedantics of extreme precision
and divine feats of grandeur
lest we slander
those most tender thoughts
in which we have engendered
once forgotten
and now remembered

for another day
for another year
for another time
for another place
for another rhyme
for another reason
for another season

of regret
to whom we shall fret
over semantics
that can only be the result
of panic gone bubonic
not supersonic