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)
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