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Nov 2020
to take no compensation for competing
with words:
   with no need to allocate therefore
to even summon rhyme -
or for new measure -
                     but a spontaneity:
uninterrupted -
                    on a whim of a cat's whisker...
on a promise of rain from a crazed
solitary cloud hanging antiques of greenery
above an epoch of desert...

all of this and perhaps some more...
rejuvenated from an older concession -
to have drank and have words
as ship and oars come crashing and whirling
before an altar of the shore...
drunk and with an absence of music
in this silent grotto weave a charm
of laughter...

or a return to music and soberierity...
something more architectural:
                 with new yet the same old eyes:
a critique of...
the old new postcard and handwritten
scribbles...
             yet less of this carrot and stick
donkeying about the place...
            what('s) new from this mud-flinging
corpus of the ******...
         by the gallows of tongues...
this pavlovian measure of society...

  now that they advertise what the gob
once sold... apparently there's no use for it...
             what ate the mirror and the privacy
of a photo-album...
                  this pavlovian measure of society...
oh grand words,
    empty cans kicked down the same
trodden paths...

or perhaps a new study in wording -
      an imitation of colour and stretched
if not merely imploded geometry...
          trigger for trigonometry what once
was the revision of cubic?
        
              if only i wrote to measure:
or wrote as imitation (of) tailoring -
                     soothsayer: if i wrote for a waggling
for oration -
              dress me up in a canvas of
quotes and borrowed down-beaten brows...
still not enough:
until my own comes wriggling
from teasing a labour for amore's myth...
or a better, modern gargantuan levy
to obscure the tightly packed formal trust:

coincides: none here...
                             elsewhere... everything
that doesn't have to match-up-to-standards
of: interrogation - quo vadis(?)
  
                 σε εγώ ο ίδιος...

but now that it does: so it is.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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