-------be it cool of the day, or twilight, last star, first, ---------
I appear,
back at my theory
that it's a game, not simulated,
actual factual competition
with machines,
like us, told that the knowledge
of good came
with the knowledge
of evil, and that's fundamental
the child's story, culturally required,
by commonalities enforced, at least,
since Frank Capra, we suspect,
as far back as
Edison, the plan, in Tesla's day,
was evident to any with a wit
of intelligence,
ears everywhere,
even then the bums net
worked as it works
to this day, see, we,
measures, see,
anything smaller than
a jug, is a bottle,
and a bottle is plenty,
to night, dark side
of today, still some say
at the third star we wishta see t'night,
this night of certain cultural acceptance,
what ifery, afeared in Pentecostal circles,
five weeks, five points, five senses, plus
this sixth,
you use to test poet's licenses.
Ai, aught, indeed,
we might wish a way we might, feel
the function
of the riches
of the wicked,
laid up, as it were,
in the word
of God, go see,
for the just, iust to think, used to
think, for just an instance of just is.
These mingled wines,
these recycled ***** dreams,
from the era of spirits at war,
the second great awakening, they
who write the anointed chronicles,
ai, yes, aye, indeed, we take time,
and we make time, we use time
to make knowing happen, once
and again, at second glance, we knew
knowledge towb ra' was all good.
the riches of the twisted,
for that's what wicked always means,
twisted
in order
to intwine the agreements,
see, we both, me and you, I and thee, indeed
the same knowing needful
for agreements
to function, drunk,
on a strand
of otherwise,
sure, each line prepositioned
pure, and mere, completely as if
what any drunk shall swear is true,
as when we play a video game, and ****
perfectly strange entities we are supposed
to pretend, as ender did,
in training, also known as education,
under the auspices
of old city minds
metasocial,
after all's been said and done,
held
in memory, inscribed
on the skin, processed
during drunken rejoicing,
inclusion experiences, some
came slow longing
for the order
of qwerty and capslock
breathing deep on high
no commas, or commas
between/ and .
that, granted,
with fairy godmother grace,
makes good sense,
when you exposed your child
to the Stravinsky suite, did you
ante or anti
cipitate
the effect
of such exposure,
after three generatoins? Today
imagine how many children, boys and girls,
succumb
to the tradition
of any Disney,When you wisht
upon a star, you were eight and I was nine.
this is the world that turned to color
as Oz did for our parents, all magic, indeed
essentially sublime, subtler than any beast.
is Wonderful to us, We are entranced,
by the sound, of musings, entrapped,
Marching silver dimes, at Christmas,
next year, Polio was gone, I helped
indeed, did we not all help as kids,
faced with a mission, fill this card, beg,
watch
wait, see
the iron lungs all breathe their last,
and we are survivors facing Nuclear war.
Outa our way, we say, turn on
tune in, drop out and bloom in dotage…
emotionally impressed to move on up
by a mountain mind,
in a family opposed,
to face fakest facist fanciest facis ever
on the backside
on the Phrygian cap dime
blade bound, handle bound, barrel staves,
enclosing the loosened will
to merry make,
roll out the barrel, let's make hearts
merry,
it's Christmas, all's forgiven, honest, wait
and see, suffer it
to be so now, deeper
we must make us pretend we went and saw
all that ever was stacked
for value, whying
science, and literal liars, prospering, stupid,
for the economy,
politically strategic intell,
it's swell,
let's have another cuppacoffee,
let's have a Nescafe',
eh?
O, sure, someday, we all can relate,
the idea, Instant Coffee, pre Kuerig,
pre death
of the jelly fish eating things,
all destroyed
in the jelly fish take over.
Wishing life lacked stupid rich people... we had fun with superstitions