only saps are happy

i am feeling strangely antisocial the last few days--
something to do with the stress of work,
a lack of sleep, and malaise.
I am antsy and feel the need to keep busy,
but lack the desire to do anything--
all is higgletty piggletty...
I've been reading all the blogs on my
sidebar, but don't much feel like commenting,
sorry...
but i am enjoying your posts.
There is packing to do
and housework
and yardwork
and paperwork
and some of it cannot wait for a week.
The anticipation of vacation
and seeing my wife may be affecting me
adversly...
who can say?
Anyway, here is a strange doodle
and a stranger poetic offering:

Only saps are happy

In the far reaches I've learned to look for aliens
they hook and crook in nooks and crannies
and while I crane, gathering cricks in my neck
yes I save them for a rainy day when they emerge
cranky and abusive,
the little rascals twirl plastic mustaches
rescued from a dust bin
and screech in mechanized clicks and whirs
for no other reason than to be annoyed
and argumentative, for it seems
everywhere in the universe
or in our minds
subversion and reckless crotchetry
are monocles into general beingness;
he who said living in a vacuum sucks
must have known living in a quandary blows.