< 3 .me + -
for Ben
Curthoys came to mind
not just hold out
for mystified
all signal
once the vagus nerve
needs sage ohm
no longer
the tingle
and I see Jesus
as halo charcoal sketch
the exasperation
your next Vesuvius
must have felt
yeah what a wanker
charred for an eternity
or non strung cosmo squiggle
plummeting back to earth
uncool not bowie, burnt to charcoal
I drew with him, lease
charcot remains
you're going to blow up
i hate jokes I get after once
decades have past
phar lap
yeah far down the lap
wink bat
you can joke
but never forget
intuit through
after the birds have sung
even. That's the carcass
that's ghost. The one they find
hard to get tells you
or camera, 'I am the ghost here"
Scowl American pragmatics
Fallacy of Manichaea
rolled into a dollar.
got it? that Northern ck- twangdex
The best way to say something straight
is not only to choose the easiest
but the soundest.
like that quip "direct"
sounds as whip or click
and the rolling
barrel girls
downhill
is the synapse firing
taunt sweetened by getting tiggered
and Ariel's handmaiden
has multiple something and Alice in Wonderland Syndrome
[nau - naut nausicaa nau=sea and the Mad Hatter Syndrome too. Never knew the joke played on you. Ah diag that once existed and still does!]
back to the US twangdex "it's a thing"
the thing more important than any of us ever were
I may have written pen to paper
and so do mighty anchoresses
clench-standing prior
matins. The keyboard
and transimmanence as such
is not to be showered
with pearls grit and grief
even though the muscle
pains and typo errors
may speak truth
though only propiscuously
until the era of our ways
requires wilful catachresis
corrupting the antediluvian
and stop but the proprio
per our fibre bets error
against lyre
am tapping the mac laptop
right now. the typo
ain't magic. magic ain't magic.
and Ariel may fly
round ye Caliban
so many strings and sounds
of the jungle bath
the island of puppets
grief. so only he and I
now know. Love me
plus my loss.
Looking for the love
to get the solution
first off is our wish
Our wish to you
the poem doesn't end
he may say
i say leave hang
all go hang or hand in hand
we three are 4 minus 1
||: me. that :||
Curthoys came to mind
not just hold out
for mystified
all signal
once the vagus nerve
needs sage ohm
no longer
the tingle
and I see Jesus
as halo charcoal sketch
dynamo rainβ omega
the exasperation
your next Vesuvius
must have felt
yeah what a wanker
charred for an eternity
or non strung cosmo squiggle
plummeting back to earth
uncool not bowie, burnt to charcoal
I drew with him, lease
charcot remains
you're going to blow up
i hate jokes I get after once
decades have past
phar lap
yeah far down the lap
wink bat
you can joke
but never forget
intuit through
after the birds have sung
even. That's the carcass
that's ghost. The one they find
hard to get tells you
or camera, 'I am the ghost here"
Scowl American pragmatics
Fallacy of Manichaea
rolled into a dollar.
got it? that Northern ck- twangdex
The best way to say something straight
is not only to choose the easiest
but the soundest.
like that quip "direct"
sounds as whip or click
and the rolling
barrel girls
downhill
is the synapse firing
taunt sweetened by getting tiggered
and Ariel's handmaiden
has multiple something and Alice in Wonderland Syndrome
[nau - naut nausicaa nau=sea and the Mad Hatter Syndrome too. Never knew the joke played on you. Ah diag that once existed and still does!]
back to the US twangdex "it's a thing"
the thing more important than any of us ever were
I may have written pen to paper
and so do mighty anchoresses
clench-standing prior
matins. The keyboard
and transimmanence as such
is not to be showered
with pearls grit and grief
even though the muscle
pains and typo errors
may speak truth
though only propiscuously
until the era of our ways
requires wilful catachresis
corrupting the antediluvian
and stop but the proprio
per our fibre bets error
against lyre
am tapping the mac laptop
right now. the typo
ain't magic. magic ain't magic.
and Ariel may fly
round ye Caliban
so many strings and sounds
of the jungle bath
the island of puppets
grief. so only he and I
now know. Love me
plus my loss.
Looking for the love
to get the solution
first off is our wish
Our wish to you
the poem doesn't end
he may say
i say leave hang
all go hang or hand in hand
we three are 4 minus 1
||: me. that :||
