Gall, of fortune but not of froth/
Wrath to be had in the river of time but not
Where it sits, naturally, decadently.
There is no awl or owl or whatthefuck in this river.
Swim a-shyly and dawn on the crest of the rabbit hole that you
Were a weed in the sunset drippings of my towellette
Don’t forget we met at the Sundance Festival.
Now, I know how it is to be a playful thing
No one wants to go where the natural sets in stead of the synthetic
Too drawn-out and loathsome to be meaningful
Tacks litter the landscape
Drool drips to the floor
Please start music before proceeding to read poem for full experience:
I don’t know if putting this here will maximize the value
I’m all for optimization
But do I have any other choice?
Back in the day–think Ancient Greece–you had to go to great lengths to become a leader
It was one in too many who broke through
Now they sell leadership certificates through common coursework by the dozen
Who wants to be a leader?
Just take a class.
One kick in too many asses
I’m not trying to gross anyone out
I’m just playing the imitation game
Decoding my own mind’s electrophysiological functions
I’m the laziest I’ve ever been
I won’t ever make it
This terminates the creative train of thought
Who strains backwards and forward for a schiff of wheat
I’m not learning anything
I am a dead end
Without being too dreary
The overcoming won’t come for me
I’m in the underclear
Narry a dander light on the horizon
Narry my mellow father mother son
Dandruff n shampoo
Dandruff n shampoo
I’m sorry guys! Time dilation! I realized the poem is too short–that it took longer to write it than it does to read it, and therefore it is not “in sync” with la musique. Apologies possible extension in the future.
This is hyperbole but I want all your attention
The fourth wall no longer exists
There’s nothing to break
We’re here, together