. entertainers of
the lost abstract...

i don't know:
personally?

i just like,
the way it sounds..

akin to something
with chaos
inclined:

        and i was
the devil that danced
to the song
of the misfortune
of:
              seeing
the glitter in the moon,

and the moon
and i
were stunned:
why, why o why
am i left intact?

i've been given life
but no peace
to fathom it with...

ever consider
harrowing
a harvest's worth
of a season
by sowing
nothing but
salt...
   on the budding
eager grain?

the irrelevance
of a dylan...
compared
to a cohen:
via a...
                     cover...

to have lived is
to have died a thousand's
worth of the unrhythmic
beat...
in symphony
to the equation
summarized in
the rubric of
the word: heart...

heave my solitary
Atlas: one more day
worth with you
and worth of you
and all that becomes:
the lost "missing"
grey area of -

you can almost
finalize yourself at
the prospect of
a grey-square
    in the vein of
  Beckett not being:
either of those
  compound
                      skives...

i have a mind
and a heart like a lottery:
yet for all
that deserves this
and any other
comparison:
to tenderness
and no veal
                to a beef...

you do know,
that
they do not advertize
work in a slaughterhouse
in the job center?
you do know that?
i could certainly
pet a cat,
as i'd be able to
"pet" a cow before a:
chow mein;
enough to fiddle with
yer finite gobs in
what becomes a:

  you'll tire of
the anonymous tirade...

i once thought of
Saturday:
had nothing to do with
something akin
to sitting it out
on a claustrophilia
in a living room...

the day's baggage
and a non-to-send
bask for a postcard's worth
to appeal to the green
of: somehow...
             anise...

                   mediocre
mellow me...
                       punching-bag
ergonomics:

      to heave this weight
as the weight that
        lost the purpose
of being: orientating...

              i...

                   forget
whatever remains
of what's to come via
the collapse
of the affirmative
in a scuttling
  variation of:

             chasing
the shadow that gave
the chase a genesis,
a cul de sac exodus...
and the shadow:

mighty avant-garde
clues for:
a lost breath...

man as assured:
the pebble
           and humanity
as the:
   prior to all
minor stakes in
reviving
the gloat from dino.

the little history of man:
in the omnipresent
hyena's eye
          for the ever
resonant:
           calculated
demise of the narrator...

for the
   / a world to see:
is no world:
    in prospect to be
          - even midning
a completion
   with the composure
of a suffix...

rigid boy,
     educated for nothing
more than a brand
of shackles,
    and of envy...

and...

                a testimony
of what becomes:
best - assured -
           could ever time
lodge into itself:
                   an amnesia
and become
                   a person?

hues in blue:
    bound by:
thesaurus...
                azure...
  and... a Sunday's tip of:
what isn't
the collective mind
for the invigorating
mess of soul..
              
            a serious literary
endeavor...
   hues in blue:
brush strokes like
accents and...

            it's hardly an
algebra, or some mathematical
abstract...

                 f(Σ) = ι

consciousness: via the function
of the sum: man,
              sum: of man...
     "off" man...
                      
                          f(Σ) = ι...

which is a contradiction...
     sensationalist journalism
would agree:
the function of the sum of man
    = the isolated man: iota...
but it doesn't...

shackled buckling of
a man versed in
science:
having no profound
scratch at the humanities...

sooner come death
sooner i will arrive
at a clarification of:
not having to orientate
myself
with a "self"-worth
of introspect
in an en masse
      with no retrospect.