Magi always bring Magic, among other
things, Frankincense was given me to give,
some kids bring tobacco.
Sunday, in our world with weeks
and months and years, in constant tension
pulling days from our lives, as gone-by,
but barely acting once in decades
of note, until
daily news of those who did
begins to pile up and tends to overflow
into to story, myth, and history, fit
with screwy prosody
and no practical scheme for rhyme…
all proving, now is after all that,
our access to mind wandering excursing,
excusing your innocence and ignoring
your being not so,
not so innocent, nor
feeble of mind, un exercised in godliness.
Yes, this
is the blessed assurance that we
were not the first to be
Perfectly Normal, Thank you.
------- and, further more
mind wandering is not a wartime pleasure.
Forward Tactical Operations Center,
some where
actual place, a point in time and space,
to you from me,
actively, choosing to rise to the occasion,
and bow to the overall situation,
life is attractive, not repulsive,
knowing is appealing to the best in me,
not the lazy
good for nothing I can be, with no help
from you or any
strange
power not mine to use,
con-sci, come see, came saw, and a we
arose to agree, this might
e
see, esse, e, this might be power, lying idle.
--- balance of power? Ha. Push
comes to shove, and wishes we could
make up a reason
to enjoy today as the final sure thing.
-- it was a darkthonic thought ought shall should
Substrates, strata below, this pliant surface,
gurgle, signaling nothing, save, more or less,
a belch, or a **** more like,
ew, {cell phone- in a search pattern}
we need not more of that,
what stink think ye we ought celebrate,
buffoon?
Suppose we all know the story behind
or under as we may,
surmise, compromising prized right ness
given up over down,
stand up, fall down, prop up hold down
proper propping
propagate a reason, fit to this season
- autumn, ends the year, winter
- starts next
now
all this de novo knowing, for the price of attention
you may know, not freely,
known, but freely taken as known before, by others
of our kind,
-- I am distracted by a blue jay, on the rock
-- behind the thinker comes
the thought, dragging it's feet, to make clouds of dust,
because,
the dust is there, and does this flying at my desire
to see once, and again, the effect of
me at six, mind wandering on a dry and dusty trail,
-- realizing
confabulatory stories are in fact
"perfectly normal, thank you. A basket of eggs, or a basket
of
air, empty air, no signal, no closing inverted commas.
Have we lost the magic?
---
No listen, ah, and smell,
the bacon, ah, forbidden meat,
smells so good, does it not, smell so good?
It might not **** you, son, but hell of a price
you pay for taking a bite, of some thing
due to it smelling,
so good.
--------- setting, as the propagated
translation of tradition to kab-allah, I say
a wish in time to pre
vent any explosive out burst of gut dispute,
per and may haps rise around me, big
am, we, m'fam… wakes in me a joy,
quite normal,
joy of a grandfather, finishing the faith
a character has developed,
while making, wei true, making wei wu
wu wu of the ever skeptical sepsis sort,
test this
T-cell, is this us? Or is this MERSACOVIDEO
override, through the bluetooth meanies
missing since the Yellow Submarine sunk
in Central Park, c. 1968.
Around the time Dubcek lost to the Commies.
Same season when North Korea got the Pueblo.
The tangled web,
seen in the sunlight topping the eastern wall,
George Harrison, perfect timing
every time I remember, this is real, out there
nearer the edge of my light cone,
from c.1968…
deception, ungrip the gripped fist,
monkey reaching for the fly in the bottle,
that chatters incessantly of having lived before,
monkey fist
feels something sticky,
is it… curious as george, for dammedshore,
a wave
of recognition, there's Waldo,
and Magic, Incorporated, free to reread, and
seed into my grand children,
who are reading the same hard back
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, that
I brought home to their mother after the trip
to Huston, during HP's takeover of Compac,
No, correction, it was after the trip to Denver.
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Magi always bring Magic, among other
things, Frankincense was given me to give,
some kids bring tobacco.
Sunday, in our world with weeks
and months and years, in constant tension
pulling days from our lives, as gone-by,
but barely acting once in decades
of note, until
daily news of those who did
begins to pile up and tends to overflow
into to story, myth, and history, fit
with screwy prosody
and no practical scheme for rhyme…
all proving, now is after all that,
our access to mind wandering excursing,
excusing your innocence and ignoring
your being not so,
not so innocent, nor
feeble of mind, un exercised in godliness.
Yes, this
is the blessed assurance that we
were not the first to be
Perfectly Normal, Thank you.
------- and, further more
mind wandering is not a wartime pleasure.
Forward Tactical Operations Center,
some where
actual place, a point in time and space,
to you from me,
actively, choosing to rise to the occasion,
and bow to the overall situation,
life is attractive, not repulsive,
knowing is appealing to the best in me,
not the lazy
good for nothing I can be, with no help
from you or any
strange
power not mine to use,
con-sci, come see, came saw, and a we
arose to agree, this might
e
see, esse, e, this might be power, lying idle.
--- balance of power? Ha. Push
comes to shove, and wishes we could
make up a reason
to enjoy today as the final sure thing.
-- it was a darkthonic thought ought shall should
Substrates, strata below, this pliant surface,
gurgle, signaling nothing, save, more or less,
a belch, or a **** more like,
ew, {cell phone- in a search pattern}
we need not more of that,
what stink think ye we ought celebrate,
buffoon?
Suppose we all know the story behind
or under as we may,
surmise, compromising prized right ness
given up over down,
stand up, fall down, prop up hold down
proper propping
propagate a reason, fit to this season
- autumn, ends the year, winter
- starts next
now
all this de novo knowing, for the price of attention
you may know, not freely,
known, but freely taken as known before, by others
of our kind,
-- I am distracted by a blue jay, on the rock
-- behind the thinker comes
the thought, dragging it's feet, to make clouds of dust,
because,
the dust is there, and does this flying at my desire
to see once, and again, the effect of
me at six, mind wandering on a dry and dusty trail,
-- realizing
confabulatory stories are in fact
"perfectly normal, thank you. A basket of eggs, or a basket
of
air, empty air, no signal, no closing inverted commas.
Have we lost the magic?
---
No listen, ah, and smell,
the bacon, ah, forbidden meat,
smells so good, does it not, smell so good?
It might not **** you, son, but hell of a price
you pay for taking a bite, of some thing
due to it smelling,
so good.
--------- setting, as the propagated
translation of tradition to kab-allah, I say
a wish in time to pre
vent any explosive out burst of gut dispute,
per and may haps rise around me, big
am, we, m'fam… wakes in me a joy,
quite normal,
joy of a grandfather, finishing the faith
a character has developed,
while making, wei true, making wei wu
wu wu of the ever skeptical sepsis sort,
test this
T-cell, is this us? Or is this MERSACOVIDEO
override, through the bluetooth meanies
missing since the Yellow Submarine sunk
in Central Park, c. 1968.
Around the time Dubcek lost to the Commies.
Same season when North Korea got the Pueblo.
The tangled web,
seen in the sunlight topping the eastern wall,
George Harrison, perfect timing
every time I remember, this is real, out there
nearer the edge of my light cone,
from c.1968…
deception, ungrip the gripped fist,
monkey reaching for the fly in the bottle,
that chatters incessantly of having lived before,
monkey fist
feels something sticky,
is it… curious as george, for dammedshore,
a wave
of recognition, there's Waldo,
and Magic, Incorporated, free to reread, and
seed into my grand children,
who are reading the same hard back
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, that
I brought home to their mother after the trip
to Huston, during HP's takeover of Compac,
No, correction, it was after the trip to Denver.
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