I feel love
in the
monologue
backside to esernisy
my forever
never ending
illiterate quest
ssssiziszling
thru
order
of greater er er er magnitude.
I feel love
in the
monologue
backside to esernisy
my forever
never ending
illiterate quest
ssssiziszling
thru
order
of greater er er er magnitude.
who needs words
paper trojans!
inky farts!
infectious buzz!
belligerent blindfolded data!
classicist’s hard on!
bimbo parenthetical!
tomboy aphorism!
divorce schism-stamp!
bubbler vituperation!
unconscious monologue!
irrelevant ode!
what more is there to tell
when reality is full of cracks
ready for my mind-bending penetration!
it is in your cleavage
golden mother substance
that I surrender
as a drowning pinpoint
awaiting the thump
at the bottom
of the
rootless
age.
There is a voice inside
A tongue that never goes dry
The discourse, the clattering
The endless commentary
Under our thin hairs
Echoes of words, so many words
Life is raped of its simplicity
Every object has a name
Who can resist the force of opinions
Rotting in his inert monologues
Behold this eerie creature
Whose existence is ruled by
thought
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