an era where: orange man bad...
and there's a sieve
of all possible commentary....
that it tows:
a congested scrap on the heap:
of... bias for bacon...
it's hardly a: awakening...

metaphors metaphors is all
this is, really:
      perhaps a tease a troll-    -ing
a fishing:
a "spiritual awakening"
of transcendent subjectivity:

otherwise i hear: verbiage!
custard brains toad tongue word
salad -
and it's all fine since:
this is hardly a conversation
or a linear narrative..

peacocking with an anemic /
anorexic strut on a catwalk -
but literally!
it's this persistent admiration
for a people in love
with their acronyms
and their politics -
                hardly ever politics
outside of
'am-myrrh-y-c'ah...
            a  yodeling yanky  -
not that it's some joke -
              vox unum, populus unum
(elsewhere) -

a plethora as much as a democracy
a living envy of
spaghetti bureaucracy dead-paper-weight
mountains and mountains of it!

it's hardly an english scone dried
up - elitism, classical liberalism,
  some other: -ism
                           a rigidity of
monarch: but one ought to suppose:
not a bunch of senile republicans
knitty-picking a char a cherry
a chinese whisper...

                 in alphabetical
order contra rhyme:
i know there's a technical name for it...
alliteration:
                  yes:
just the sort of bone and marrow
for this palette -
not the sweetness or rhyme
or rather: a saltiness -
          not the bitterness of a maxim
or the sourness of 10 years
and 1 blue moon later...
a drunk chinese poet
                   constipates out
a haiku meditation...

          a promenade into grey:
repeating a single word in my mind
in 7 languages
looking at an etymological tree:

- - - crow - - - krähe - - - kruk - - -
corvus - - - frân - - - κόραξ - - - karga

and then 7 languages back:

- - - taç - - - στέμμα - - - goron - - -
corona - - - korona - - - krone - - - crown

and this last: eighth:
         taҗ - һәм - каргалар

seems a day can pass and i can
meditate so very little -
rather than live toward some
categorical imperative -

             this contemplation
of a silence of a mind -
   or rather - the tongue's buttered
up fluster come a deafening
                       "crescendo"...
a waterfall at noon -
                         because that doesn't
make it anything more
or therefore less -
                            
                  perhaps enough to
reach a palette popper: umami -
         but at best: an abandoned poo'em...
which i don't suppose this is...