Fall...from Past Seasons
Oh the beauty of death!
Pungent nature descending
a pedestal of green...
a commute into the other
as hidden forces explode in
copious arrays of post-mortem depiction.
Dare ye impugn the goDs over
cryptic marvels of irony...ye too
shall know the equanimity of
silent spheres and beyond,
and...the miserable joy of we,
we who deem what is as not and
engage the sordid forces
There’s a hint of ordeal,
suggestion at every turn.
They, an overwhelming clamor,
stepping to the liable-beat
of a device-nurturing band,
further & broadening, marching,
even in variable time.
This ever-evolving conglomerate,
in spite of many knowing
(egregious irony, again) ,
advance in incongruity and daily.
Like a dog crossing
the rush-hour freeway
for a whiff of
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Years a subject of deprivation's
vocation - talent to deny -
shall I speak of distant design
beyond this adamant 'NOW, ' where,
consummately fixed in precision of
designation, I long for candy
canes to walk sweeter the way?
Speak your convolution - willful
design - and prevail beyond the witness
of truth...? I hear the subtle inference
in the 'I' testimony, and, conversely,
reality speaks to my tempered ear -
the proclamation: 'you are here, you are here...
and so are all, the candy store opens
at five-billion o'clock.' Some candy, that's...
Out of my book of 'Inciting Reasons for Hate8' which is
not yet written, and, I'm sure...never will...willful publishers
annoy! ! !