Tuesday, July 10, 2018

i hate poetry - self evident

ode to a diseased strip mall
parking lot
40 acres of
busted man-made rock
all sorts of crumbly dust 
and shit you want no one to recognize.

add the depth of all the holes 
triangulate
triganomentrize a tad
add some gumlike birdlike snot
what you got?
the initial groundbreaking road to hell.

I liked geometry, algebra, some calclui;
never trig, 
a queer way of math
not queer per se,
just a queer way
with all the effin magical math splooge
all is fractal, 
even splooge I guess.
otherwise i never call queer at all
though there are those that see me so

if it weren't for the splooginess
I'd be Ok
on a really good day

on a really good day
i'd cob the hell out of that
satanic.demonic.melancholic (kiss# 1 after dark)
big.black.wide.defiled 
tempis effin fugit
short timer plot

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