We never knew it
If you called
the phone was ringing
on a line that led nowhere
The pain didn't shake itself
to frothing fury
We merely spilled
an accidental ant
infestation
Could be ordered
by dripping maple syrup
out of pocket
Certificate On Demand
<>< <>< <><
Well they are also being trawled
Trolled, rolled, and hashed
Backwards into oblivion
Forwards we march to the void
With no uniform but the one
you made us pay for
With every ability but the one to accept
a bit of discipline
A lashing of the tongue
A rolling of the eyes
These we claim as ekstatic
empyrean
and lofty
Base and
belonging
We have never had much of a chance
or survived
Making time is the one operation that
computers are incapable of doing accurately
The slow movements of tektonik
A bit of spatial dejazz
Combines slyruping away at our self-gnawing
ganymede
Diana
sysysus
There are Bacchantic poems
Earth is playing slower
and heavier with us
Then then there them
We decided deicide was old
hats and new sweaters
path-dependencies
Llavanderias and futbol
gols for 2016
never score again
if winning tastes like the defeat
of all desire
than massage me back into a fashion
I need a sauna
and 3 bathing attendants
The stars need less light from us
and more humble pie
The pour poor por que por que no?
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
We never knew it
If you called
the phone was ringing
on a line that led nowhere
The pain didn't shake itself
to frothing fury
We merely spilled
an accidental ant
infestation
Could be ordered
by dripping maple syrup
out of pocket
Certificate On Demand
<>< <>< <><
Well they are also being trawled
Trolled, rolled, and hashed
Backwards into oblivion
Forwards we march to the void
With no uniform but the one
you made us pay for
With every ability but the one to accept
a bit of discipline
A lashing of the tongue
A rolling of the eyes
These we claim as ekstatic
empyrean
and lofty
Base and
belonging
We have never had much of a chance
or survived
Making time is the one operation that
computers are incapable of doing accurately
The slow movements of tektonik
A bit of spatial dejazz
Combines slyruping away at our self-gnawing
ganymede
Diana
sysysus
There are Bacchantic poems
Earth is playing slower
and heavier with us
Then then there them
We decided deicide was old
hats and new sweaters
path-dependencies
Llavanderias and futbol
gols for 2016
never score again
if winning tastes like the defeat
of all desire
than massage me back into a fashion
I need a sauna
and 3 bathing attendants
The stars need less light from us
and more humble pie
The pour poor por que por que no?
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