whimsical conversations
serving no deep or PROFOUND
purpose, not educating
(at least practically)
or convincing anyone
of anything except
reminding, reminiscing
understanding, sympathizing

whimsical feelings
uncalled, unasked for
but not regretted

whimsical lusting
here one moment,
gone
the next

whimsical thoughts
careening through my mind
pushing aside
whatever is in their way
but gently

whimsical actions
spreading chaos and confusion
but defeating the boredom
that sets in and sticks me
down like some super
adhesive

whimsical desires
embraced and cherished
what else can you do?

December 16, 1994