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Inevitable death defines afterlife

I mull mortality

thru lens crafted occipital orbs
regarding a better future

experience sing a space oddity –

whar incessant yaks
exuding a big hurt

emanate as cosmic atomic

bipedal hominids replete roof lee wax
during a foggy day in London town

despite current requisite vacs

 

in nation, with no win intent to tax
earning income sans

new career in a new town

sacred gaia,

boot merely regale bing alive -

till death rattle racks
breaking rocks

on a small plot of land –

named abdulmajid

this hue man vesicle

 

honking duck dine hasty billed quacks
trumpeting as absolute beginners

hoe ping toot trumpet

sum dimming sense n sensibility cashed;
screaming across the universe

gnome matter whirled wide web

tattered like worn school packs
scattering fractal moonbeams

african night flight

scouring virtual briny deep


satiating hunger after all

sans respite from stressors 2-tha max
ending after today at al alba

finds me caught up

in global game of thrones
listening as dueling banjos

play alabama song

cosmic forces play bingo or jax
keeping aladdin sane

while mortals on earth join

fine null scene grim reaper as final acts.

 

This then bryn mawr clowning bozo

belting out algeria touchshriek anthem

haint no wah shaky spear butta rip peats
living virtuous like all saints
moss lee same old epithet via matt speak,
comprehending all the madmen

which maxim (or similar facsimile thereof)
generating kickstarting optimism

among all the young dudes

attributed to bard of avon on stratford;


reaching renown when almost grown

e.g. rose by any other name....
embalming owed grecian formula lovers

always crashing in the same car

much ado about nothing
amazing amlapura and amsterdam

couched in binary granules viz badinage,
interlocking rem cycles

during an occasional dream

literary espionage donned

as persnickety persiflage, quite lame


convincing brilliance

to whit, and I say to myself
eventually...all\'s well

that ends well sans this game
reveling like any Warhol –

tripping anyway, anyhow, anywhere

of thrones - n this yahoo

pledges allegiance n fealty
during the post world war two art decade

within parameters of cyberspace

cuz crest o kinship I aim.

 

Ike kin only imagine dragons

drooling n eyes glazed o’er bleacher
blitzing the madding crowd

as the world falls down

than lovely bones re:

unique scrunched facial feature
burning down the house ashes to ashes

twisted countenances wrought

by this motley fool sought after
baying plaintively baal’s hymn

(der choral vom groben baal)

by men in white coats attired

 

as paparazzi equating lecher
rocking cradling baby –

envisioning baby can dance

us content; misconstruing

sensitive uber up lyft ting preacher
entrusting me - baby it can’t fall
cooing baby grace (a horrid cassette)

a generic garden-variety homo sapiens
doting with radiance

as baby loves that way

special to self n family

as a funny sunny teacher.

 

Credo i.e. to confront

fear of flying as netizen,
pinging pacifying patty cakes,

which iz baby universal

pardon jeffersonian airplane droning

twittering like n angry bird
shrieking that the referee backed a loser

echoing sagacious life lessons whey curd
ballad of the adventurers

(die ballade von den abenteureren)

 

congeals shape shifting simian

with pliant plinth gird
trebling melodic scaffold fueled band intro

shorn in various n sundry

couture hair re: styled swiftly tailored
flying needles clattering with a bang bang

harried styled uniform

far from versace clothier - prices absurd
holding wrongly incarcerated

behind bars of the county jail

 

boot issued from

rosy gun metallica sound heard
describing the battle

for britain (the letter)

evanescence of beauty -

these words written by aging nerd
hoping for thee to be my wife

from mine kempf noggin

each n every nine inch nail size word.

 

HEAVENLY STANZA INTERRUPTION ONE