You are going to throw me a parade whether you like it or not
(The Odd Avenues the Mind Strolls when Eating a Jimmy Johns #5 Vino Sub)
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The surface, of earth
in my mind
becomes enraged
in a Body enraged to engage
the Face, faced bent, towards
an *action leading our lives
to the self-evident Melancholy:
mocking represents nothing resents
these dreams distressed my House
covering the ground
which was the basis, for the Trial
here, is the evocation of a judge
specifically: “I” kills a plethora
of people
porning themselves, in such ho-hum
this position, becomes the Bluff
bluffing against my
bluff----------->all this infotainment
in December’s sweet adios You
Capital Cocksucker—[!] No,
the desire, is in the Cycle of how forgettable
it is addressing the Meat-Chops dropping
under this Story, unravels the resentment
irradiating “arm” in his unplanned Scheme
to become more lean, so to Breed amongst lilacs
& Kant’s X can’t reason to Sun my stop
slouching within my dream-ventilator
is something fierce------>in the beginning
the face erupted from the Water, violently
absolute & focused where I was flexing
my private parts of the wall, ear pressed
there, yes I can hear You, in the feedback
of the others who speak so poorly of
potholes really brighten my Day was
a sad-sad articulation of Impressionism
wreathes me in Boredom, like the geopolitical
dangling from my dick-squints, skeptical
& fearing there is nothing deeper to be garnered
from these Lines, objectified my little exhibitionist
in the clouds are eggs, letters beyond my guarantee
to start ducking-off Life & unintentionally become
a dark member remembering “sitting alone, by myself, in which
no one, beyond me” shall rise, provocatively, watching
the two headed Man, setting ablaze to this giving World
in which “Gentleman, stand back—[!]” & strain to anxiously
wander Home & watch my Penis become a Parade-Balloon
rising from Unemployment
