Wild goose chase

Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs

dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge

of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman times
all for naught,

nonetheless I chide self

failing to heed

emotional, mental, psychological...fallout

in sum re: springing Jack in the box reflex
to sally forth and earn kudos,
asper potential Prince Valiant.

Thus situated with blank computer screen
capacious external Lenovo for myopia

(and incessant squiggly floaters to boat),

this literary glutton for punishment
feverishly fixates to plumb depths

measuring morin 10,000
leagues under the see

ming lee impossible mission

to ensnare nearly extinct

fluttering, lyfting, shutterflying...

smarts to outwit unsuspecting
beak henning quest
tendering, tasting uber victory
quivering crossbow
targeting yawping

zoological discovery - channeling

primed with taut fletched arrow

on high alert for stool pigeon

cautiously optimistic kickstarting

another futile attempt dagnabbit

experiencing prestige,

oh...and by the way...,
no animal harmed
regarding made for video poem

gamely capturing quarry scotched,

nor gruesome scene

synonymous quasi abattoir
representative bird den sum

bloodless coup deeming
endeavor par excellence.

Fingers madly scramble
to poach skittering idea
fry day most ideal

omelette ya know,
aye feel yolked to defeatism,

one after another faux
promising brainstorm egging

quickly flitting inaccessible

potential flash in frying pan

just as fast dashing

into bajillion pieces
shell shocked scrivener
scribbling lame as duck
goose laying golden egg...
dropping immediately out of sight,

maybe best resigning forlorn

inchoate never albumen,
albeit quite linguistic stretch for
(all be human success story)

prospects beyond reach

ova this wretch

New York Times
bestseller author jinxed
forever dooming yours truly
grinding poverty my ill fate.