Jan 28
it’s 3:16 am, and NOW that the
the key detail has been deposited,
rather, posited, let us venture inside
a madman’s mind, and retrieve a
semblance of resemblance to the
dispersed purposes of reveal &
revelation
two or three excellent poems flittered
through my fecund mind some hours
ago, but they failed to photosynthesize,
i.e jive alive and be recovered, recorded,
you’ll have to be satisfied that I rarely lied
more than twenty tines a day, snd especially
to you, late at night, when oratying and
com-posting verbal suppose~itories of
theoretical poems about physics
but they are gone gone gone ~ a word
that always sounds better when repeated thrice, and thus We must musk be satisfied
with this preamble to a ramble through
the crevices and lamentations of all
mind decaying, with all deliberate
speed
Thus the flitters havr flown, and the
filters of/if common sense and minimalist
verbosity have flown the coop,
gone back to bed, you are stuck
with me-and other F words
wrote a poem about women, so raw and honest, it refused to be born into the firmament of this earthly planet and
returned to the heavens
F word
wrote a poem about forgiving and
forgetting, but it refused to be forged,
but it had something to do with
which is human and which is divine,
and I may yet return to it someday,
unless I keep forgetting which is obviously
a divine intervention
F word
F inally, from my fund of fortuitous
but pitifully small piety, shall cease and
desist from further foundering on
the shoals of fractured displacement,
release myself from any furtherance
of disturbance of your goodly souls,
and wish you good rest and pleasant
thoughts of
immortality
3:58am
the key detail has been deposited,
rather, posited, let us venture inside
a madman’s mind, and retrieve a
semblance of resemblance to the
dispersed purposes of reveal &
revelation
two or three excellent poems flittered
through my fecund mind some hours
ago, but they failed to photosynthesize,
i.e jive alive and be recovered, recorded,
you’ll have to be satisfied that I rarely lied
more than twenty tines a day, snd especially
to you, late at night, when oratying and
com-posting verbal suppose~itories of
theoretical poems about physics
but they are gone gone gone ~ a word
that always sounds better when repeated thrice, and thus We must musk be satisfied
with this preamble to a ramble through
the crevices and lamentations of all
mind decaying, with all deliberate
speed
Thus the flitters havr flown, and the
filters of/if common sense and minimalist
verbosity have flown the coop,
gone back to bed, you are stuck
with me-and other F words
wrote a poem about women, so raw and honest, it refused to be born into the firmament of this earthly planet and
returned to the heavens
F word
wrote a poem about forgiving and
forgetting, but it refused to be forged,
but it had something to do with
which is human and which is divine,
and I may yet return to it someday,
unless I keep forgetting which is obviously
a divine intervention
F word
F inally, from my fund of fortuitous
but pitifully small piety, shall cease and
desist from further foundering on
the shoals of fractured displacement,
release myself from any furtherance
of disturbance of your goodly souls,
and wish you good rest and pleasant
thoughts of
immortality
3:58am
