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.