One-Two-All

heaven
seems a heedless haven

. . .~s t r e e t s  o f  g o l d~ . . . – wait,

. . . hold up!

WHAT?!?

how is it
this hallowed realm
doth duly misportray its martyr’s dreams usurped

hailing from emissions
of nocturnal fervor
rightly found in syndication
dancing beside the sugar plums
in any given dullard’s babble-bearing bobble-head

cringeworthy accounts sans dearth
of capitalistic >britches-be-gone<

vaunt-tat-taunting every sacred value
Jesus slaved to fetch a fallowed grave evincing

                               {mincing begets whincing}

Vercingetorix would carve a laureled wreath
into such domes of dormant doldrum

this, despite preceding Christ

i said it.
for i think it nice.

not so fast

for loosely foisted brain-bowls
tend to wander toward nether-regions

ever too so soon become ill-lodged
in man™’s uncanny valleys of regret

                      how grievous

forced to grant compliance
to his artificial acquiescence

sequelae awash in swells

where things once whispered hard to swallow
crawl with calls of cryptic credence

syntactical hacks dismissed

circumnavigating Styx
from truth’s new foxxxy-faux-pas antecedent

often hitched to slapdash rickshaws
hoisted to a long-tooth moon-rake
starkly seen while dragged in tow

so, you see, this is how they sow the seeds
which reap their hopes insidiously

all for stubborn coils of clouded keratin
to crop up quickly

draped in aught of April trine

puerile penchants prove intrinsic

cause, like,
the Babel told me so

 

• • •

let us now give pause
for prayer

go on,
“smoke ’em if you got ’em”

if not that
then slake a stranger

strip its thoughts

and, if you would then be so kind
i must implore thee
please slip on this peerless strap-on

run the flag right up the ol’ pole

GO!
gaily flaunt our disposition

ardent with self-flagellation
followed by, welp, adulation

audit-proof for honest adults
sedulous in God’s sedition

why it is
these thoughtless theses
trickle from my unborn mind*

*read: trundled tweets

now i went and did it
here we are, no
entertain yourselves

or don’t you care to spare a square
if consequence permits what’s written

skip the line ahead
i haven’t heard of such a band
but, Contra . . .

let us now combine our efforts
safely, though
as not to fret

since birthed, arriving on this turf
the Astro lost
and thus, departed

leaving me a vigilance due

rote with undisclosed discourse
or rather
this derp-(dork)-deemed-prose

readership this keen
would indicate your latest compromise

good for you
to be good to me

Tomb:E

EGAD!
i mean, “goodnight, two-all” (tuwel.tuwien.ac.at)