i'm sorry...
i don't know where
i'm at with
what becomes the worth of:
******* into a sandpit
and moulding a castle...
the work of: sight of once,
made expendable,
twice: null and a grey
afternoon...
discoveries of:
℘ (℘)
ℑ (ℑ)
ℜ (ℜ)...
vowels: less akin
to the odd,
number:
consonants:
less akin to the even...
ⰗⰖ!
ⰗⰖ!
ⰕⰖ!
the logistics of:
occupied time,
via,
interludes of:
( [ {
&whatelse?(;)
i code:
but i no brick:
i layer:
i hammer:
i: dodo: could
do with something:
else...
i **** on snow:
if there be:
any more snow...
work of and if: art...
by writing:
no hammer - no cue...
better:
variety of:
the wind blew south
and i, ventured,
north...
disorientating
poetics
in the variety of:
i'm comfortable
having acquired
limited scraps of:
"ditto"...
the feud the life
the: cushioned wording,
the:
best we gravitate
toward a less:
fathomable cult
of tomorrow...
no point giving into
learning:
no one these days is
in for the plot
of: passing hereditary
scoops...
as far as i am
concerned:
no one really bothers
teaching others...
solipsism...
self-
prefix: grand
regurgitator...
but with no
-self worth suffix...
the tiresome
burden of what was
once called life...
and now...
pit,
a charging bull,
sea...
honesty:
why bother educating
children,
when what
you're educating them
with is a combat versus:
the delusion
that contradicts the
exercise
of the real world?
educated bastion
emeralds...
shovelled grip:
with a languid
utility of a shovel...
life has become
an agitated presence
of a canvas i'm
supposed
to fill...
but am,
consistently
revolving around:
needing to
speak the equivalent
of the sound,
associated with:
flushing a toilet.
