where the wax burned between my
twixing warbled-throated feeling
saw/did you? The veil of
unIMAGINABLE gently flowing river
of this EVEN LIFE amist
confusion/even\ HORROR
and my vacation from LIFE cut short
by editors of POETRY within prestigious
halls of webs and faulty reason:
reason? Simply not just living
not just living! Those who like
preachers make money selling God/
and poets — so many! Sell their
souls for their reasons! Namely
fame in popular venues like whores
and giglos who spread their life
ashore ship wrecks on shores —
after thunderous forociously weather
— hearts/ to be true to one’s
self and speak with sharp and polite
reason is the word we wish!

:: 09-10-2015 ::

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