“Standard” modernus
Ilk the throne, some magnificent achievement,
at least a foot and perhaps long.
Feeling feeded to the brain, unneeded
Sighing, straining, singing low notes rough
Blat!
This is my latest thought:
Splat!
“Mum of gum
Sleek of slimper quimp
Slim to tucking’s fore
Score so luckfried nups”
Madness! Madness! Madness!
And the undeniable strength of it!
Flooding under a weakening box,
A failing system,
Two grains of guess
A dash of deft thoughtblades
And the membranes are slashed,
I spill on a bright tabletop,
Feeling familiar, remembering the
Madness
of it all
“Standard” modernus
Where I use to leaf my thoughts
Every autumn of a dream,
It’s an autumn of a world,
And whose-ever thought
I’ve ‘a grown green (it’s me, you see)
Ilking at a stone
Leave more than leaves,
Yea, the whole log,
Watered well.
Where have shinebones gone?
Mmmm,
Mmmm,
Mmmmmmm…
…Ilk the throne of blue water!
Gut its ironhold plastered wall!
Put it on the time machine
‘N push any button a-tall!
Originally uploaded by taoboy49
A very witty poem…thanks for sharing it.
slpmartin
June 19, 2010 at 4:02 pm