Envelopes and elevator music can explain
Why we clutch our horror and flee our name
A watchtower and alarm clock sang their lament
Across the concrete we rejoice and the paradise we repent
And as we signed
we denounced allies
In favor of the forbidden
what artificial blood and absinthe love
could deduce the lies we've hidden?


Mistletoe in the greenery of late july
and honor's punch drunk alibi
Reinvent the wheel that streets had broken
but its all another poker deal
a bet from the same token
Why do we abhor the delight to adore
what is written across the table?
If we read it as love we read it as a fable
and who still gives a **** about Cain and Abel?

Forgive my verse I tend to curse and my pentameter could benefit from consistency
But pardon your barometer I never intended to study calculus or chemistry
The commodity of obscenity and the gardens of Versailles
It's not a question then of who or when but rather a matter of how and why?
We buy and slash with words and cash all of those we enable
Why not, my love, give whiskey and drugs it's honestly more stable

The aftertaste of lust and lace
Grim fairy tales and telephone sales
The absence of the rhythm
That transforms mere words to singing
but format this or format that that isn't a life worth living
The morning connives with sidewalks and vines
while dark eyes sit and stare we are but wine and air
What is this routine we have fought to acquire?
No sweet perfume can sweeten the flame of fire

so kiss you reflection and hold close to the glass or the mirror
Objects that appear far away
they may in fact be nearer

Friday Night K-nulcking Under III

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it is a (my) three day weekend
it is now
Saturday late morning

Friday night we went to Joe’s Pub,
you could look it up,
to hear marvelous stories and marvelous singing

then
full stop

homeward bound (apologies Paul),
we swap Lulus for p.j.’s,
and alliterative alternatives

after having bathed and showered
alternatively alternatingly debatingly
the meritocratic merits of bathing methodologies
and our respective but not respectable
technological techniques and sundry technicalities
are peaceable declared tied

we have not left the confines
of public globalist bedding since thenning,
and no plans for departeeing
not even for meals
or anythinging

(ok, barbecue chicken not cool to eat in bed)

multitasking multiplayering
music, poetry, Sunday NY Times,
action movies non-stop,
even napping,
anything
i want,
as I am the only worker bee
celebrating a workless Mondayee

periodically and often, I kiss the
knuckles on either of her hands

and we laugh at my joking insistence
for she vociferously denies,

most badly connives,
that she is
(with a pronounced hard K)
K-nulcking under
to my every demand
as she is equally guiltily
and capable of excellent excessive
leadership in the art of slumbering parteeying,
ergo all good

we still have Monday to resolve an unraging debating,
this unurgent knuckle biting questioning

who is the K-nulcker
and
who is the K-nulckee

~~~

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Looking at the times giving, folks still amongst the children,
Of sinning, ask myself why am I still living, past of hunted chilling,
In my dreams, and it seems, gotta watch the beams, and cream,
A few checks, and the economy still ain't healed yet, let's forget,
What the demos is doing, just chewing, on ya mind fine,
Let me rewind, before trump took office, he backed americas spine,
Now these same, folks standing in lines, fake woke signs,
It's just a design, to keep us in line, I saw the plight, before the shine,
Black versus white to Asian, it's still amazing, folks easily phased,
Staring at fallacy, gazing I took a chip of ****, to stay hazin,
Peloski to Fauci, make deals with the socialist, ideology,
Along with thee, black lives matter propaganda, marxists stanza,
Dont yall understand tha, times is now take a fight, now vow,
Ya grievances, too many distances, six feet to deep as a sheep,
Think about it, social distance, just a social experiment,
Exercise JFK to MLK, six more letters, for the final cheddar,
We going down, folks gonna drown, sounds, like the teachers,
Of charlie brown, yo I gets down, still sweating throughout rounds,




Folks taking the covid shots,just another body to drop, from clots,
Operation depopulation, I see death too busy, creating,
Mating with the live, too many suckas jive, break the vibes,
They tried to chain on me, **** the communist party, they barely,
Want us to be free, sold us out, before the slavery routes,
Gold's hidden, in the land of the forbidden, still *******,
On the average citizens, they dont want us to chip in,
Keep us silence within, throw a few pennies, in the pen,
Stay home, no more freedom, new age terrordome, stardom,
Is the new boredom, and how come, nobody feel, the drums,
Beating, on ya instincts, too scared to blink, as we begin to sink,
Deep into a fallen state, wait ya minds, catching a earthquake,
Plot disguise, women destroying men's lives, with connives,
Only to **** themselves, but it's only damaging for ya health,
We dawning, the age of spin, where we get, all passes of sin,
Separate spirit, from the human body, all hail illuminati,
enlighten me, though the touch, of King James, demonology,
Worlds a staged democracy, wake up and see, the hologram scenery,