a decapitated frog, swarmed by flies... ba'el overcome by beelzebub... rotting in the summer heat, in my garden.

to capture images with words
is, by no fair share
of complaint, an easy task:

the hang-man speaks backwards
through his stomach's
grumbling from hunger -

while the man who's tongue has
been cut off,
turns to epileptic
      sign-language in a frantic
motion to decipher
100 morse code signals
in a minute: an epileptic on
                               ecstasy...

if words have lost their powering
in being sacrifices to meaning,
then only toward the image
then must return...

oh how seldom the wit of words
is felt, like a drum-beat
of those ushered by aristophanes....
   but of those words said,
how many could allow us
to break bread?

                 and also cite:
toast! to the living! and the dead!
      
   i was once ridiculed for being
brain-dead...
   but i never had a chance to see
the actual book of accusations...
which is, rather a bothercome shame.

     such a shame, thus,
that as an art, poetry has to be kept
alive as a farce of those gravity prone
within a profession counter,
   or those stray dogs starving in
the streets,
                within a millionth year
counter-part...
               a commune,
   yet now, man over man for
a vain claim to a meteor's name...
             billionth sparkle
to no important star,
           distancing and constantly
moving without due residence akin
to our claim for summer and sun-tan lotion,
autumn and the umbrella,
      spring and the garden...
winter...      and the hefty breath of ease.

are we not upon the whim
attempting to deform the skeleton,
and with supposed words,
return to the images, past the technique
conjuring spells of imagery,
to the units of "magic",
  known to us, past, prior,
                                 as hieroglyphics?

ridden sorts of deformed flesh...
    in skeletal form bound...
   is there not a revival of ancient
egypt with :) or a :(       ?
                 why then the necessary
pressure, the neuroticism of a god
to keep a pure basis for conversation?
what with auschwitz...
   why now?
          such a minute fact,
  that we have revolved back to
a quasi form of ancient egyptian
in the digital age...
   is man, really not writing a
  hieroglyphics version no. 2?
is he not?!
                                             is he not?!
to revert back to the image...
encompassing sound...
    to decompose the progress in allowing
man the x-ray technique to study
bones...
        is man not becoming
the second ignorant pyramid builder?
      as i said before, and i'll say it
again... the pyramids of the aztecs
acted as guillotines...
they were sites of capital punishment...
   they were not burial chambers...
       why is there no story akin
to south america detached from africa
as there is no *historia similis
concerning the pyramids of aztecs
                        with those of egyptians?