"tunnelling" poems - Hello Poetry

.ah here comes england with its eccentricities, ah hier kommt polen mit seine christentum: where anyone can be a messiah, as stressed by the byzantines. my first love was the love of the english grey, (in honesty mentioned it was the double-decker first, since i fancied myself the great bus-driver of the no. 5 bus back home) earl grey came and said: ‘i can’t look at these skies without sunglasses!’ and so it was, mid-autumn with sunglasses at loss the sun-worshiper enter the moon idiot, looking for accents, looking for anything. in england they called him das deutsche - for reasons believable enough; the luftwaffe eagerly anticipating the tunnelling centipede that is the euro-star train-tunnel: the panzers are rolling in! the panzers are rolling in! strange he never minded the coal-miners as useful as minded by edvard gierek von silesia - to the dispute of silesians not ex-patriated to saxony (oh wait... texan boy doesn't sound as nationalistic as minnesota boy?). ooh pokey poo... writing about germany became so **** so recently, i forget that i started it: here’s to the english language’s chirality of s and z, actually being superimposable: from words in the socratic sense as encoded by plato i don't get a bunch of ideas... virtue does not make me ponder it with meaning or definition, i only see the kabbalistic sensibility of anti-alphabetical sequencing as v i r t u e... otherwise e i u r t v; almost sounds like s.t.d.

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC

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.ah here comes england with its eccentricities, ah hier kommt polen mit seine christentum: where anyone can be a messiah, as stressed by the byzantines. my first love was the love of the english grey, (in honesty mentioned it was the double-decker first, since i fancied myself the great bus-driver of the no. 5 bus back home) earl grey came and said: ‘i can’t look at these skies without sunglasses!’ and so it was, mid-autumn with sunglasses at loss the sun-worshiper enter the moon idiot, looking for accents, looking for anything. in england they called him das deutsche - for reasons believable enough; the luftwaffe eagerly anticipating the tunnelling centipede that is the euro-star train-tunnel: the panzers are rolling in! the panzers are rolling in! strange he never minded the coal-miners as useful as minded by edvard gierek von silesia - to the dispute of silesians not ex-patriated to saxony (oh wait... texan boy doesn't sound as nationalistic as minnesota boy?). ooh pokey poo... writing about germany became so **** so recently, i forget that i started it: here’s to the english language’s chirality of s and z, actually being superimposable: from words in the socratic sense as encoded by plato i don't get a bunch of ideas... virtue does not make me ponder it with meaning or definition, i only see the kabbalistic sensibility of anti-alphabetical sequencing as v i r t u e... otherwise e i u r t v; almost sounds like s.t.d.