Aesthetic judgement

Waves lapping at the hull

Made it a pleasant

Excursion except for

The atoned voice

Of the somewhat eager

Gondolier,

Light years away

From my

Vacationing mind,

And a surreptitious redolence

Everywhere breathing.

Experiencing aesthetic

Duress while

Attempting to be normal

In the ultimate tourist experience,

Can lead to some rather

Picaresque acumen!

Beauty attributes

A form of value

To something of whatever

Kind, distinguished

Both from the expression

Of subjective likes

Or dislikes and

From judgments

That ascribe an objective property

To this something judged.

Like subjective preferences

They must be made

On the basis of an experience

Of pleasure closely

Related to truth-claims…

Which leads me

To the same old question:

Is aesthetic judgment

Really necessary

To lead a fulfilling life?

Arches, canals like

A mind network,

Passing over water

Less than savory…

Beauty and decay intermingled;

Invasive fetid air

In a windless day!

Someone, please!

A muzzle for

Gondolier!