Rather Naught
Sunday,
July 17, 2011
4:21 PM
If all for the
freckled identity,
in debt with free
castration.
I want to get
renditionous with my claims.
A perch, a peach,
incidentally all false families
intensify the
abjugate,
vernacular springs,
leak ventricle
unwashed utensil
must ask attention
brittle little
reckless red-headed hydraulic valve pump,
ain’t she fetching,
won’t ever cast
doubts on
what you mean to
say,
got intention, sight out destinations
but stubbornly
can’t stand face in
that direction,
so in a second let
the which way take you
if a better
understanding were available
why did I speak
ancient angles
trajectories of
bitter wordlessness
starving harmless
under water gurgling’s
eating etymologies
and passing the yolk
to any Tom, Dick, or
Jane that dampens my wick
and would care for a
smoke.
——7/25/2011 1:07
AM
In the effrontery of
your angry moments,
I make you
invalidate the meaning of your passion.
With a child’s rhyme
and the twist to suit,
I render the stem
from your apple-core.
Now doesn’t that
feel better(hollow).
Because the truth is
often more shallow.
You’re a creature,
or so you think,
whatever navigatory
phrasing necessitates
the required
actionalability of self- permitance.
What you let
yourself get away with,
parting from the
Devices which entertain you.
Splitting would
require two hands
to get a handle on the axe
The furnace if fed
another log,
burns on, and on,
and on.
I don’t care if you
never clean this one up,
the nurse is not
fond of this Dr.’s patience,
who put the phantom
you fell in love with
to bed some time
ago?
What tucked him in
and knocked him out?
Excusal dreamt him
up some butterscotch,
now we is the wan
ton printing
eat the impersonal
cookie,
believe the nonsense
of your wisdom,
if you tell me
things such as, rue the,
might those days
prevent it’s subtle comprehension.
