reams and reams
of careful para
graphs and I don
't wanna know.
count me out,
I'm livid and un
invested as a who
le, who's gonna sp
eak gibberish to the
sheep in my stead, a
shark with lamb's breath culling
Narcissus in the form
for merely occidental wisdom
et al, what Aurora
Said, I.E., what I
don't O U, which is
and explanation or sometimes Y.
readers of the same sort of venue
or dictatership,
all I see are dicks
duck, duck, goose it is,
dirty kid, I get the boot, shit,
high noon kinda suit, shoot,
hesitation runs loose,
everyone's lookin' at their shoes,
got about both of my books on loan, so
it's all off the dome, every line I said,
talk, the liner notes are my poems, boy
that's heady, dready and ready for the day, boy
you reap what you may, I only, only I know,
I pick up my ax, it's a shrimp,
brother, I don't bother with shit,
I just be trumpeting Jupiter, jalopy
June-bug, freedom from doctored items
all-joy, happy happy ji-face, fairy,
I am a knight, I say ni! jisom on the face,
huzzah! for something we can relate,
come hither, nah, may you be buried
in a blizzard of down, fast, run down
the fetter, oh my, can a poem be broken?
fool, can a man get a moment, please,
I'm feelin' myself, repeat, I'm in
the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself.
dietrologia is the science of what is
behind an auspicious event. seren-
fucking-dipitous, u wot m8, I cheer on,
czech X in the place, the cowboy is rude
dude, punk as fuck in space, I'm blind and
deaf and dumb and who knows what else,
now, who wants to play truth or fake?
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