Naked Again

I'm sitting here expressively naked again,
Playing with all my crude abessive words,
All these impressive lewd thoughts,
Steaming out of my imbued pen,
All these rude images,
So many smashed rotten potatoes,
Decorated bowls heaped with mashed curds,
All these crashed stage coach dreams again,
Wild horses charging through my rusty brain,
All these dusty fire breathing dragons,
Wagon load after wagon load after wagon load,
All these bashed strong boxes full of silver and gold,
Padlocks busted with those stashed boxes wide open again.

Naked me squeezed into a rash public forum,
Dreaming about splashing dance hall girls,
All decked out in dashing flashy decorum,
What a gnashing garden salad,
Dressed with passionate oil and vinegar,
Tossed in a clashing bowl turned from an impressive burl,
No clothes on the master again in this public place,
Not a stitch or a thread sewing my grubby lips closed,
Only a fountain of pubic hilarity,
Trash just seems to come faster,
No cash or flashy menu on the table,
Lashing a vacant stare to my empty face,
Heaven knows where this wanton soup,
This creamy pot of wanting mixed up stew,
Where in heaven's name does wonton come from?
If only in my mixed up dreams I were able,
Perform recitation or palatable recipes that are yum,
Adding some sense to this spicy sum,
Naked I'm roosting there with my bare bum,
Exposed in that open air theatre,
Reposed in clothes that are invisibly magic,
Midst all those patronizing giggles and stares,
They all seemed rather tragic,
A fiery scenario being so nude with so much to tell,
Feeling I was perched next to those reckless gates of hell,
Flushed I was sweating by that devilish heater,
When I strolled into that sordid place,
Even though I was overtly naked,
For some reason I didn't feel awfully crude,
But the waitress refused to speak to me,
Ignoring me she wouldn't bring a menu,
A dapper guy properly seated across from me,
Such a well-dressed fellow his stoppered nose in the raspy air,
Sat staring craftily for a brief micro-second,
Standing I'm sure he deftly reckoned,
He'd adeptly resort to a more palatial venue,
A trite more conservatively lit establishment,
I marveled at the remaining tolerant crowd,
I was mainly hungry patiently waiting for a waitress,
Strutting she tramped by several times,
Glancing the opposite way even as I beckoned,
Finally she threw me a mean look plus a clean shirt,
I thought for one Colleen moment,
She might like to bend or flirt,
But she flipped me the bird,
Oh she was so snippy and proud,
I sat still half dressed at my table,
Twiddling my three thumbs as I am so verily able,
Weird notions traveling through my lucid mind,
Images of my long lost ocean lover,
Such a pelagic ravishing beautiful gal,
My what a memorable adventurous mistress!

Having donned that white clinical shirt,
At least then I'd sported an impartial cover,
Somehow I felt I was wrapped in a bit of a funk,
For a moment I almost had my partially trapped feelings hurt,
Watching those boisterous patrons nearly crapped,
White knuckled they chuckled and twittered and laughed,
Eyeing me lurching there as if we were seated in church,
I'm sure they thought I was quite drunk,
That particular evening the restaurant was busy,
But the wretched service was ridiculously slow,
With that nervous place understaffed,
I kept to my space my meticulous self,
Which is so preposterously normal,
Waiting to order some crispy fries,
Perhaps a fresh crisp salad or savory soup,
 That auspicious place wasn't fancy,
Nothing ambitious or fancily formal,
Just a fictitious small town dance and dive,
Occasionally musicians would show up to play,
At times other officious performers brayed,
Once or twice even a piceous trance group swayed,
But I'm getting ahead of my lubricious self,
Although the service was bad I decided to stay,
Meat and potatoes weren't mentioned on the scant menu,
Just a small town burger joint not very nutritious really,
Patiently I waited wanting to be filled,
Hoping that inofficious pretty one-eyed waitress,
Might invite me later to her babelicious place,
Auspiciously hopeful for a repetitious roll in the hay,
I guess her unpitious schedule was full though,
She suspiciously passed me by each time,
Squeezing tightly her stacked bulging menus.

Being an ambitious poet of sorts,
I thought perhaps I'd stand and slam a few lines,
So I rose at my articulate place,
Pheniciously naked from my kinkled waist down,
A humongous smile,
Wasted on my plaster face,
My rapacious mind was racing,
Frantically I tried to recall a few rhymes,
My knees began quaking,
Suddenly I felt like a clown,
Shaking again in public,
Faking it again,
Abruptly baking as it happened,
Armed with only my terse publican lines,
As I glanced around that fine room,
All those inclined faces were staring,
Not a person was clapping,
I was turning bright red,
Feeling like an out of place rapamune goon,
At that audacious point I realized,
I should have stayed home in my comfortable bed,
Where I would have been quite happy,
I could have silently laid down,
Resting my head.

My ears they were ringing,
Some strange music and singing was suddenly blaring,
That laundered shirt I'd been wearing,
Abruptly vanished all too soon,
Again I was stark naked,
Standing upright all on my own,
The crowd they seemed anxious,
Some people were frowning,
More than a few even groaned,
Some laughed hysterically,
Thinking my fuss was just clowning,
In fact while I stood there all mussed,
Naked and shivering in that unforeseen cold,
I felt like I was drowning,
Realizing my body was adoringly bare,
My taut six pack was showing,
I felt another large part of me growing,
Respectfully I bowed to the crowd,
Attentively making my way to the door,
My tight little ass wiggled as I walked,
I'm sure everyone stared,
I tangoed my way politely,
Delectably crossing the tiny dance floor,
Stepping delightfully naked into an arrested street,
I heard that aroused crowd behind me,
Give a permeating cheer.

Divested I strode up that vacant western avenue,
Invested I knew I had no one to meet,
Keeping my thoughts abreast of my crested self,
Digesting my restless frustrating stage fright,
Swallowing my regressive fear,
I thought to my obsessive self,
Why the heck was I feeling so excessively blue?
Dreaming all my impressive naked dreams,
That never expressly ever come true,
Reminding myself I should have worn something different,
Besides adorning an Emperors invisible clothes,
What a boring intrinsic composing ass,
Soaring naked past signs which always read,
'Keep your bare ass off the grass'
Approaching heaven one truly knows,
Imposing dreams cruelly fold and mold,
An opposing naked self finally dressed at last,
Reeling in my stitched-up poetic mind,
Feeling richly poor instead I find,
 Reminding myself I should have responsively said,
"Folks, just try to be kind",
"Someday we're all certainly naked and dead".

So with my rare stage coach thoughts still squealing,
Still wheeling through my silly head,
Heading west into another fading sunset,
Lest dreaming dreams up another jaded poem,
Envisioning one day I'd finally find myself unstressed,
Undressing forever my Bohemian pressive self,
I'd finally leave all that naked dread,
Finally arriving sated and naked,
Resting safely at home.