The Convenience of a Muse Meant not to Flatter (written 12/24/2005)

There is no phone to tell the way of the showing trees swaying
Giving perfect sense to unsure knowledge of how a cricket cricks
Tricks they show and who’s the best is sure to win free tickets
No use like the crickets wings being true kings of living matter
Born from batter like theories being in brains as well as on paper
Taper off and away—
Far away
away
Today the trees talk like mating with pollen of a different species
Feces smeared on my mate’s nose to show how belongings stink
Wink if you get the message that the cars wheeze out-side of mature
Rotting unholy reeking nature giving off scents of fake rhyme
Skipping beats in time unable to complete the rhythm of a cell
Tell me off and away—
I’ll go away
away.


Pleasure is the beginning
Sure free from sinning
Unconscious playing
Abhorring
Paying for the almost closest thing to the oldest profession
Ameba’s free pond water living
Energetic theifs in eternal nocturnal ray bursts
And outbursts of laughter of the modern Diogenes
A copy of Ecclesiastes
Any translation
Will
do


I earn; I earns sneering and jeering from voluptuous modern day
Don Juan’s who know nothing of the geek from the 50’s
Or the eternal rebel
rambling unpublished undergraduate
clichés


being is presumptuous


Two bits byting with un-polished bicuspids fearing cupid
Just a couple of minutes until I get inspired
The day of the dying water goes overboard in submarine night delusions about—?


Lets not be presumptuous about extrinsic motivation to ebb
reversed be double b double d records side b’s are some
time is better in strawberry freshness only two weeks old
and weak smells jumping out and denying feels of fields of thought eddying on ebbs.
I bet it couldn’t be corny if it tried really really hard anyway corn
is nutritious and today are the free freedom to pick under bridge
fancy farsaical songs longing the longer end fade away to exit to
the next track treasure ties layed down by slavery now almost truly
obselete like spelling checking should be in composting composures
of poetry making the new grammer—the new words in this age of
the wourlde’


Pearls of words
flying off the thin
thread


Bouncing on floors
hollow in the shallow
composition


Errors underneath
corrections lost to the
human eye


Pig sty stories capturing imagination in the web of unpure
corners of childhood dreams hung up on the brow of the unsure
wourlde spelled correctly and they would’nt let eye use a capitol
without having a nation or two of our own


Whosoever uses the rouse of drawing lines on the native land
Falls victim to the intentional ignorance of the rain
And the hand is stained with true drawing of Iron from the Earth.


But war is the topic today but my way is to find a way to oil
In public the social situation of the shortage of teachers overpaid


And lips speak unofficially colored that love is not stained white
because the be cause can be easily caused to be cleansed in the
grey clouds that descend from an insane sky oh oh so shy.




Make up; an ending; an exit; to poetry; to unsavory life—
Divorced from idealic angelic thoughts of a future
Pure and cost free satellite saddles of an undetermined
Un-sure shape of a cosmos that was made approximately
In the month of may
Spring step
Blues wept
And the splashes splattered into a shape of a heart
Introverted—concealing perverted.