17 hours ago, began this script, and now, now completed
~~~~
not much.
24 hour congestion.
24 hour car horn
HONKING
to paraphrase
Paul Revere,*
poet and silversmith,
“one IF by day,
but TWO if by night!”
regarding his very famous
poetry wrighting & trip riding…
me two.
me three, me four. Now
Me Five. writing poem
‘five by night.’
find the time zone of your mind,
when writing comes free and easy,
abuse it greedily, merrily and
happily fearfully, soaking sweating
———
poems
———
in a the great multitude
willingly laddering the descending and
the unwilling ascending,
hordes of whirling dervishes of words
whipping up frenzied flourishes,
rippling ripping into the mind’s temple, merging,
mining, blurring contradictory versions of visions
struggle mightily to unravel,
distinguish the overlapping
of freshly dissembling poems,
shocking, but not unusual,
edging yet non~threatening,
assembling and disassembling
so far.
a bridging of vast and minute
differences, bloodied serenity,
sets of scenery interchangeably,
complicated schemes, or just
one human action without
ending, repeatedly repleting
one tapestry over, and over
feating and feting, all the while
preconceiving the depleting inconceivable
L00k how odd this presentation,
of rattling battling schema infestations,
interweaving, becoming connecting and yet
indistinguishable one from
two, two from three, number
four say no more!
but/and five refuses to be denied
you? deny my dreamed reality?
who? could blame you?
but ask? the fermenting reader,
Why? why would I foment tous?
this rocky horror show now knightly
revisiting reviving re~reincarnating tooting
and now, you, are a guest at the carnival,
at the fiesta theatrical, of my decored being
and I witness you fleeing the scene…
always, always leaving me to
clean up my messes
but the horns
honking shrills still;
heard continuously
discontented, one more line
wanting, wanting, insisting to be adding, needy...
are finally defeated
<fini>. Fri Apr 24 2026 3:41am <nml>.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
17 hours ago, began this script, and now, now completed
~~~~
not much.
24 hour congestion.
24 hour car horn
HONKING
to paraphrase
Paul Revere,*
poet and silversmith,
“one IF by day,
but TWO if by night!”
regarding his very famous
poetry wrighting & trip riding…
me two.
me three, me four. Now
Me Five. writing poem
‘five by night.’
find the time zone of your mind,
when writing comes free and easy,
abuse it greedily, merrily and
happily fearfully, soaking sweating
———
poems
———
in a the great multitude
willingly laddering the descending and
the unwilling ascending,
hordes of whirling dervishes of words
whipping up frenzied flourishes,
rippling ripping into the mind’s temple, merging,
mining, blurring contradictory versions of visions
struggle mightily to unravel,
distinguish the overlapping
of freshly dissembling poems,
shocking, but not unusual,
edging yet non~threatening,
assembling and disassembling
so far.
a bridging of vast and minute
differences, bloodied serenity,
sets of scenery interchangeably,
complicated schemes, or just
one human action without
ending, repeatedly repleting
one tapestry over, and over
feating and feting, all the while
preconceiving the depleting inconceivable
L00k how odd this presentation,
of rattling battling schema infestations,
interweaving, becoming connecting and yet
indistinguishable one from
two, two from three, number
four say no more!
but/and five refuses to be denied
you? deny my dreamed reality?
who? could blame you?
but ask? the fermenting reader,
Why? why would I foment tous?
this rocky horror show now knightly
revisiting reviving re~reincarnating tooting
and now, you, are a guest at the carnival,
at the fiesta theatrical, of my decored being
and I witness you fleeing the scene…
always, always leaving me to
clean up my messes
but the horns
honking shrills still;
heard continuously
discontented, one more line
wanting, wanting, insisting to be adding, needy...
are finally defeated
<fini>. Fri Apr 24 2026 3:41am <nml>.
*One if by land, and two if by sea" is a famous phrase from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem "Paul Revere's Ride," signaling the route of British troops on April 18, 1775.
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