i vanna (the mutiny on the MUG begins)

we interrupt
this old MUG
with an orange
alert:

i wanna new MUG
one that won't
make me sick.

i'm thinking
of jumping
ship and
starting
an is-
land
some-
where,
else-
where,
tho no-
where near
what this was,
a fresh start
could be just
what the muse
ordered.

it's an odd
mutiny, if in-
deed it can be
called that -
with it being
started by the
founder of the
site - the
current MUG
would stay
afloat, closed
to new content
while the is-
land of new
poetry was
unveiled
with a
few
surprises.

maybe we should call the new site
mutinyonthebounty.com except now i
'gave it up' and have no money to
snatch it up and someone else might
snatch it up and then i'd have to
say (natch)
that it was
indeed over
but started
as another.

Belle And Sebastian
plays as i wait by
the screen, screening
emails and thoughts.

step into my office, baby.

succinct songs to pass
the time - time pass-
ages, tunnels, burrowing
under to borrow time for more
mistakes to make.

the song ends and another
good one begins.

don't get me wrong,
dearest reader, i am
still in love with poetry
and the poem and will always
be like this. however, it has
become, shall we say, obnoxious,
in here causing some to even puke in
our midst and there's no
riots 'cause there's
other word bars in
town to pass the
time but maybe
it's time for
captain kpaul
to jump ship
and start a
new poetry
isle. i'll
bet the best
of you'd come.
as to the others
we'd leave no map.
we'd go underground
with our poetry for
real - maybe someday
to emerge for a moment
or two on some blog mentioned
like a passing phase, only to
once again hibernate (stew!) with
our particular mix of words wanton
and waxing and waning all at the
same time. the words flow to the
new poetry
isle - who's
with me?