I hate being made fun of.
In the interim I’ve written jokes,
All natural as clouds part — over 1000 —
The aerodrome softly moans .. it could be roars of laughter in introspection

slotted for long silent scream divisions
— raising our heads front and center.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a date.

How can I neck you into warming
up tomtom heartbeats, migrating
to youthful boundaries by hand
to hand in a laughing matter?

Trick question.
That’s how comedy for squares works. If it’s a question today,
Tomorrow, what’s the transition?

Reciprocating.