“Well, we had to start from somewhere” was the claim. “Monarchs, we may be, but from bloodshed toward Babylon were we engineered.” The man standing before you, clean cut from the dusty bowels of a peculiar industry, could not help himself from rambling restlessly on the linguistic constructions of the age. Charismatic but depleted of substance, he wielded [...]
A weedy florilegium
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“From what you’ve become – To what you’ve become,” Marked the Bright & Colorful Crow To the Scarecrow-Who-Knows “And why should I run? – To where would I run?” Bellowed the Freckled Nose To the Prickling Rose
Hedons & Heroine
I keep big friends because they’re easier to find And we keep to this pitiful world, laughing colliding, persuaded by tumultuous situations which flux and form from our unfathomable fervor Time not for threnodies or enemies, but animosity for smaller and smaller minds who see never the pleasure in whiskey; ’til dawn we are pawns [...]
Conceivable Believable God
It’s the Conceivable Thinkable Intangible Dreamable Knowable Perceivable God It can answer one’s prayer, or succumb to a dare Or exist without a thought or a care, Or act in a fit, like an intractable git Or compose a world from a[n empty] barbecue pit Unlike a squared-circle or Q and ~Q It’s the Conceivable [...]
Travelers
We traveled a very long way to get here, Wherein the glimmer of licentious towns, And withered communes tormented our Appetites Stars followed us along our terrible journey, Only to collapse underway breaths untoward Each day was cold and sweet outside: Tires, a shirt, the Sun, rocky runes, A howl, our sweat, that some forgotten [...]
Golden Malady (snapshot of a failure)
Our braided melodies will baptize the embarrassed, naked air, Sending shivers downward dampened back like earned sweat Against some chilly home atmosphere — I carried on with that Metaphor for longer than my wits would allow; unfortunate
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