to be regular; not regulated

to be regular; not regulated
to be with my woman; not prorated
particular about going places 
in untied laces

regularly, the frills will come
one by one, like the sun
writing on pages with inspiration
not riding away in frustration

i want to be regular
to be ragg'ed and not a rag
rag, mama, rag
regularly looking forward to being ragg'ed

looking forward to empty spaces
regularly discovering new places
nothing in particular along the way
but it a regular event each day 

to have cereal and coffee in the morning
the way it's always started
the day in a regular dawn dawning
not live in a suitcase fawning

my forecast said to find new places
culminating in new faces 
then get back to being regular
looking forward to new evenings

i look forward to melting with sugar
blending together insensically
transcendence spectacularly
regularly regular regularity 

March 9, 2021

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