come:
and of the few -
to join in, in the spectacle
of humanity;
however many bones need to be
crunched, broken,
and allowed a suffocation with
to allow a flute
seer...
if only
the mortals didn't implant
a "future" from
an immortal perspective...
there is a death-defying
act...
it's called: a lie...
much of my mortality
has been wasted on
this puppet show
of claiming
to be part of, the events...
i too, once, could reap
a shadow
of an impeding trot
as arriving at a "desired"
destination...
old age is no
achievement within the confines
of the impeding death...
but i do love how the dead
implore for a singing
encore,
with epitaphs and
asthmatic half-laughs...
king matters,
while the very many
become the favoured few...
we can work with that:
zeitgeist is apparently
an aphrodisiac:
to counter the "heilig"-geist
momentum;
can't be too prudent to mind
nearing autumn,
and the fallen prune...
P.R. für sie (foor sigh,
in quasi-german, that's english,
which is the highest form
of saxon you'll ever have
a chance to experience).
in the title, inclusive of the syllable
count, the counter with a
doubled-up: consonant...
matter, though,
isn't a problem...
you can guess i've had
entertained a background
in chemistry...
Na is no different
to sodium to me...
liberal arts?
social "sciences"?
i have a fixation worth
an itch... then i'm reminded
of the 3rd party authorities...
you know, that form of
an insatiable itch...
something quiet relevanat
to improvising a headache,
migrane, in mimic form,
second cousin, boring as ****,
but nonetheless utilised...
ah... but poetry:
the candy equivalent to:
a sweet, said nothing...
i like listening to
the jeff deist sanity...
you get the feeling
of actually wanting to wear
a crsip, well ironed,
white shirt,
being able to, yourself,
manoeuvre donning a tie
unlike it being a noose...
doubling on consonants?
it's not exactly an english thing,
in how, western slavic is approached...
ch' ch' chequers or chess?
****... called it drit in times of draughts...
or O... the big moom
and the lesser whee,
but more or less a concept
arrived to, from exposure to a pregnant
woman...
sh' sh': hushing the *******
narrative?
not nice...
counter with a noun...
shish kebab'ah!
told you H was a vowel-catcher...
minus the laughter, + a sigh...
unless that's macron-style-africaan...
i.e.
doner kebāb...
reign / rain from
above...
i always loved juggling,
or tossing aside,
inter-mingling the english
punctuation marks, with a complete,
absence, of "punctuation marks"
above, or below letters...
sympathetic fren'cheese...
(whatever the "correct" spelling
is to boot, to market
equivalence) -
say ******* when
someone takes a photograph
of you and a bunch of ****-clinging
turds?!) -
right.... who knows!
some consonants are not well
equipped with a quasi-syllable-invoked
doubling...
verbum-intra has
apostrophes and diacritics,
primarily the former...
verbum-inter has
commas, and allusion of
grandeour with colons, hyphens,
semi-colons and...
dot dot d... dotty: dittoing -
down-to-earth metaphors
without italics, or "air" quotes.
i still love the fact that rubber-ball
, (comma) can jump and
attach itself to ceiling of a sentence
and become an ' (apostrophe)...
because that's what existentialist
"mastered", or rather tried to exploit,
borrowing a re-framing of
the capacity of the metaphor...
with: " "...
what the **** happened to
the good old days of fiction with
the gaelic narrative impetus
akin to a genesis of a paragraph,
beginning with a:
- yes, a hyphen!
if it weren't for the exposure to
pedantry: making language encoding
into surd a technicality-bias
for pedantry per se...
i really don't know,
what i would do...
hyper-literacy is not some
teddy-bear you squeeze to get a giggle
from...
i was never fond of
americanism's acronyms,
grafitti,
or otherwise
the internet fission of hieroglyphics
through memes...
the: an image + a word...
what, if anything, can ever be justified
as "self"-explanatory?!
it explains itself to a self?
i think that's a rhetorical question...
point being:
who governs it
in bypassing phenomenology,
and attributing a self,
to the confines of a noumenon?