Wednesday, March 22, 2017


rhyming, as if stepped--or steep-
ed--building, that will not leave
you unedified, o it has got royal
pardons and glittering spires all
for your delight, and the rhymist

isn't excused or accused, that of
the holiest of facts: sacred & e-
mitting emanations that circumam-
bulate the surrealist and situat-
ionist arts--amongst others--with

the humble élan which is vigorous
spirit and rigorous honesty.. the
mead of shuffled papers and vapor
arisen in our minds, some fall we
may find ourselves in a paradise;

if you're a drunk like me, you're
beginning to discover the agility
in delivering dissertations with-
out expecting anything in return,
as is our habit-- the monasteries

and gentlegood peoples that amass
there, arrayed in finery like our
dreams and the results scattering
shatter the walls, hotels, malls,
and even prisons--which are never

concentric--which are reeducation
camps.. i wanted to escape, but i
also wanted to educate, and every
time has a meeting of minds: look
wise for handfuls of electricity.

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