~ The Shimmering ~
Twittering One
~ Double-A
So, like, is that multiple
Personality Disorder, or, like,
Pervasive Development Disorder?
Whats not,
Who’s hotter?!*
__________________
*How come?
[Hey!]
~ waves ~
.|***|............................~(@:> *
“Perelli Award?
Is that the award they give for the best snow tires?”
~ Double-A
“O Know ~ Letters. Ow!”
“Ho! Ho! Ho!”
~ Double-A
*pinch,
smooch~
Ah Ha!
Abracadaver, too!
Alt.hott.cha-cha.do-me.does-me.don’t-we?
alt.ribald.thoughts.inspires.promotes.provokes
alt.dewy.do.is-due.do.do
alt.overdew.libre.will.do.too
alt.forthcoming.libre.dedicate.fornicate.penetrate
alt.sticky.pages.adhere.!turn.are-hard-to-read
rec.pretty.page.lie.lay.say
sci.bound.manuscript.cohere.inseam.alchemize
misc.bold.ghost.identify!.signify.say-who?
edu.mrs.muir.buddy.cairn.leonardo
“Perelli Award?
Is that the award they give for the best snow tires?”
~ Double-A
O Know ~ Letters. Ow!
“Ho! Ho! Ho!”
~ Double-A
*pinch,
smooch ~
Ah Ha!
Abra Cadaver, too!
“Abra abra cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra abra cadabra
Abracadabra
I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face?”
~ The Steve Miller Band
~ Double-A
Nine tune.
I can dance to it, too!
Nine tune.
I can dance to it, too!
“I'll clear the floor
And turn up the stereo
Now, shall we?”
~ Double-A
Let's. May I ~
By the way, mon cher, what's a Closet
Full of
Blythe Thingies
Like you, doing in an Astro
Joint like this?
*
_________________________________________
* A Morning Wood Symposium ~
A Roundabout, Tabled Eventually *
_________________________________________
“Whatever ~
The Sequel to What If, What’s Next,
What For, Whatnot, or
What?”
_________________________________________
~ After
The Lectern,
Join a Discussion ~
“A Sinful Restoration Refurbished
Wholesale ~ Because No One
Brought Kleenex”
_________________________________________
Q&A ~
What to Toss Back
To the Drafty Flew
After
Nyquil Ran Out Back
To Tell ~
_________________________________________
A Morning Wood Symposium Series
What’s Edge, What’s Off Center?
* Gone to Hell,
Your Misinformation’s in the Mail ~
But Don’t Give Up, Kiss & Makeup,
Or Tell *
_________________________________________
* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It’s a Star *
_________________________________________
*
“You all have heard me say that my theory of
Creating a universe is done by gravity
Working with(on) space energy.
Gravity compresses this space
Energy into "sub-matter" particles (like
Quarks) and electrons. Once gravity
Has the building blocks
The neutron
Is not far behind.”
~ Bert
Sort of like laying an egg?
Let’s. May I ~
By the way, mon cher, what’s a
Closet
Full of
Blythe Thingies
Like you doing in an Astro
Joint like this?
“I like the mix of exotic cosmic aliens who hang here,
And the Saurian Brandy is a draw.
There are no closets in this joint,
But I’m tired of dancing with a clone.”
~ Double-A
Who’s that?
“And this from a guy that wrote a whole book
On the greatness of Bauhaus
Architecture.
Has anyone else heard him
Rambling on about the Big Bang? Any thoughts
On the state of Tom's brain?”
Electric Kewl Aide Acide?
Did I pass my test?
Hm? Did I, did I?
“And he's apparently decided to come down
On abstract art now to boot. He
Calls it decadent. Sounds to me like he's been reading
Too much Trotsky.
And this from a guy that wrote
A whole book on the greatness of Bauhaus
Architecture.”
The Painted Nerd,
Yes, lives at our house...
The Painted Nerd,
Yes, lives at our house...
Or just ask Mr.
Clement Greenberg, from whom
Now he hear
A brief abstract word,
Poured over unprimed cotton
Duck, said he, the flatter
The better, to the letter,
So melt paint to canvas,
Make the one, figure - ground
Bound fabric-fast, just
A softer planar veiled view,
Or unfurl ~
“Art is a matter
Strictly of experience, not of principles,
And what counts first
And last in art
Is quality; all other
Things are secondary....
To hold that one
Kind of art must invariably
Be superior o inferior to another
Kind means to judge
Before Experiencing...”
~ Clement Greenberg
From “Abstract, Representational,
And So Forth,” from
“Art and Culture”
He
calls it decadent.
Just his own wake ~
Up call...
~ Ringy, ding ~
Allo? Mr.
Cotter? Oui, moi here. It’s about
Time, doncha know?
O know! Yes, you do,
Too...Got that?!
“Charles, those were some interesting answers
You gave Yubiwan to the questions
He posed to Bill Sheppard.
Captivating thoughts!”
Captured, or cap ~
SIzed?
Captured, or cap ~
SIzed?
Or outsized Reality, upper ~
Case R, unfurled, then stretched across
A wooden frame, tacked sail
Tacked to mast, credits rolling
A new Masthead, a spiffy boiler
Plate serving steaming pigs-en-blankie ~ en
Croissant. Blown zig-zag
Tacking into the windy
Forceful gust. A paradox-fueled
Power play, en naturalle.
That’s Art. It works, too.
Art’s hardly working, but working hard,
Mending this riff, this battered skiff’s wind sail,
This time rip,
This torn tear askew.
Or as Mr.
Cotter so wisely reported
Today ~
“[Art] offers instructions in deportment
and shapes self-definition.
It promotes physical and psychological health.
At once conservative and progressive,
art's goal is to maintain social order
in the face of chronically
threatened disorder,
even if doing so requires changing
society itself.
If, during an arduous,
hands-on career, art suffers wear and tear,
becomes a beat-up version of its original,
spiffy self,
that's all right. As long as it is in active use,
it is alive
and valuable.”
~ Holland Cotter,
Showing African Works as They Were Intended
From The New York Times,
December 9, 2004
“Baby to leave the crib. Then,
You can sweet tech-talk Sil, while I wander
Dazedly through the ships' centers
Seeing what there is to see, while we are
All on our way to explore the Triangulum
With a souped up Hyperdrive running on Mexican
Sweet potatoes and poetry.
~ Greysky
Superkewl!
What’s next?
What if so?
What’s not?
Where ever ~
Let’s go!
“…alive
and valuable."
~ Holland Cotter
Delft, first stop ~
Next leg, over to see Harry,
Hermione, Ron, & Ms.
JK, too!
[Hey!]
~ waves ~
O know ~ perhaps, O
Could we be so graced
As to stumble upon Ms.
Jocelyn Poulk and her baby
Grande? Keys on order,
Register us for The
Next Performance, just a play
Toy played swell, or my Chinese
Checkered lost marbles swirling
Down the drain, when all’s lined
Up so perfectly ~ my silver
Lining.
“I.e. a stronger field might result in faster times
Just from the herd
Effect.”
...lost sailing castaways
Heard a nasty rumor:
The cat's away!
Let's play
Mice about Town ~
Ship, near Montclair,
New Jersey...
“And from the more questions
Than answers department:
Does Chicago pay to bring in more elite runners,
Or are there just more
Elite runners showing up to run,
Compared to other races such as London??”
The gang's here,
The mid-night hour's
Ours, way past Fear.
The coast is clear.
“It's turned my whole world upside-down.
Don't forget to right yourself.
When you are old,
And ornery nature
From Bert ~
"I would think... our mind could be
properly programmed (like a computer)
and a computer of sufficient complexity
could be a brain.
Sounds like a souped-up adding machine,
Bert. A perfect android.
Yes a computer seems to posses
intelligence yet not really thinking at all.
Perfect description of the spokes-droids
Of the VSP (void-space
Paradigm),
The 'no medium' premise that currents
The bedrock axiom through science.
Don't let that happen to you."
~ Bert
*
No Sir!
Know! Eric Ashworth
Calls Thee,
Now on the phone!
Fare Thee! Yes, speak,
But me, yes, how
Thee do I answer,
Handsome one? Ferry me
Across. Yes, Eric, you are
The one ~ My Escort
For tonight’s Premier Exposure de Pron ~
Our Cinema Verismo, staring He,
My long-long dong
Lost mon cher, John Dunlap.
Oui, yes,
Do! A Cirque de Noir, jugglers,
Arioso reset aright.
*
Go get Argyle, a knitted
Pattern of colored diamonds,
On which we play croquet!
Bring Arginine, our amino acid.
Don’t forget the periodic table!
Ardent spirits yall ~ threading
The Ardennes, that forested, thinly populated
Plateau in SE Belgium,
Brushing up against Luxemboug,
Looking for Arcuate, in the shape of an arc
Or bow, while Arctophile collects her teddy
Bears. Holler for Arctid, our pretty
Small moth & her freind the tiger
Moth Arcturus, who shines as the brightest
Star in the constellation Bootes
And the fourth brightest star in the sky!
O! Here's my conten drawing ~
Our Arctic tern Zelda, just a sterna
Paradisaea. Look! Over there ~ handsome
Artic hare, his white fur, turns
Brown in summer. We call him
Lepus arcticus.
Let’s imitate, play charades ~
Make our pictograms with acrylic paint!
Here, just pour, mop some paint over there…
Criss-cross, zig-zag, get inside
This horizontal canvas, we, us, just
Rug rats prancing pitter-pat paint-steps,
Our action-packed dance footsteps
Leaving a Fred Astaire map,
A dance routine laid down side-walk style ~
Or say, regard tonight as an acrostic
Puzzle, these letters spell a word
Or phrase, a measured song cadence,
A melody tap-danced out, Morse Code
Style. Watch your partner tip
Toe across, then down, as we solve,
Fill in the missing gaps, this evening’s
Crossword puzzle. Rubric awry, ala mode
With cherry pie. An acquired taste, not unlike
Sir Cumference, that acquired character, that
One who responds to an environment
That cannot be passed on to the next generation,
For, yes, alas, know! O ~ Of this now.
Come on over, get acquainted. Have you
A previous introduction? No, if not,
Try Acoustics 101, a seminar for the momentarily
Disengaged. Or conversely, the enraged.
Or as the case may sometimes be,
The newly engaged! Sir Cumference typically
Brings his pet Acouchi, his agile South
American rodent. From his garden, too,
Be brings fresh A-OK, along, too
A lovely acorn from his squash tree.
Come winter, we all play squash, wearing
A rigid dark-green rind and orange or yellow
Court sneakers. For dinner, we light candles,
Play Acolyte, a game using an achromatic
Lens, just a composite lens
In which two or more with different properties
Are combined to prevent distortion,
Or chromatic aberration. For desert, we sip
Achromatic straight up!
Cheers!***
“Opening scene), with *that*music for
Fargo almost duplicating the Taxi
Soundtrack of Bernard Hermann, it's so
Totally a beautifully crafted paean from the Coen Bros.
To Martin Scorsese.”
~ Daddio
Paean? Neon fields
Tickling neither, nor
But Mozart’s Clockwork Orange
Resounds. Just my tutor,
Anthony. Where’s John?
We’re late ~ For the First Exposure
De Pron! Mum? Mr.
Eric Ashworth came, too!
*
*
Mum?
Nothing’s worth anything,
Or anything nothing,
No matter the worth,
Without you with me.
…:wink:…
Mum & me doing our figure 8s
On our skating rink.
Mum *sigh*
Still looking for you ~
Who’s that?
“Just a part of the hive,
A member of the collective.
No mind of her own.
They all look the same.
‘Bring in the clones!
Please, send in the clones.’”
~ Double-A
Sort of like laying an egg?
“The Cosmic Egg.”
~ Double-A
_________________________________________
“Whatever ~
The Sequel to What If, What's Next,
What For, Whatnot, or
What?”
_________________________________________
“I like this idea of ‘Whatever,’
As a sequel to ‘What If.’ I love it!”
~ Bert
Whatever.
“Perhaps Ernest Wittke is right,
And Einstein perpetuated a hoax!”
~ Double-A
Whatever.
“Perhaps Bert’s theories are the foundations
Of 21st century
Astrophysics!”
~ Double-A
Whatever.
“Perhaps Darla has come to save the planet!”
Whatever.
Whatever.
“Whitty, and Double-A,
‘What ever’ will be ‘What is’ to be.
We can ‘What if it’
Or just ‘Wish It’ What ever.”
~ Bert
That’s right Bert.
Each day, do
The best you can do.
Me, yes, I try my Personal Best.
But O know ~
I do not think I have passed my test,
Or else ~
Me, yes, happier I would be…
*
But What If?
What if the Country of Non promised
To be, for Aught Be Us,
Were only us, completely there,
Would you support?
~ Mum
“Mais oui!
Even so, even if
Not. Because, always
Always, any way, day ~
Forever any shape
Or time, all yours.
So Mama ~
Please redeem
Me. This wait, like,
Now so unseemly!”
~ Moi
*
“How I dared not, my desire,
How could you not know?”
~ Mum
“Know what?”
~ Moi
“My soft soul, me, knows, you,
My love for Thee.”
~ Mum
“Maintaining a faintness of noggin, I suffer
Trouble of O.”
~ Moi
“Made confiancemoi, a treatment that I know,
A remedy, my love,
An antidote, A ~ on the ground of tablet
Accept my ardor, my passion, my practice for Thee.
Faintness, your curse, went.
Your heart, your noggin, does not know badly.
Your purity, your sung song.”
~ Mum
“Yes me admit, I am your test,
I do attest.”
~ Moi
“An Eggflip of Christmas,
I will stir up for Thee. Not so much to poison,
But more to relieve your hesitation,
This your lesson.”
~ Mum
“I will drink, Mum,
Whatever you offer me.”
~ Moi
“December, not the cruelest month. You,
I conceived. Believe me, please.”
~ Mum
“I believe you, Mum, I do.”
~ Moi
“Your hesitation, your pain, I decrease.
December, not the cruelest month. You, I conceived.
Believe please. I. You.”
~ Mum
“I receive, satisfy now, mom,
Inserts me, our passion, node. Defeats me.
My lesson, your years taught.”
~ Moi
*
*
“I've just visited The World of Post Traumatic
And these people are too weird.”
~ Katz
O that’s nice. A sign
Post, yes,
Stands in Morning Wood,
That sign says ~
"Traumatic Lessons
--------->
Go That Way!"
~ * ~
“What if you can’t solve
Current problems with todays thinking?
Reason
For that is current problems
Are a result of today’s thinking."
~ Bert
Wise words Bertie.
“How about,
'A gravitationally bound singular body
That self-luminates’?
Of course, then whether it self-luminates
Depends on
our range of vision.”
~ Double-A
O that’s nice.
Have I self-elliminated myself?
Did I pass my test?
Am I disordered, or just ~
Dead? Or perhaps,
Ahead of the Curve?
“Sitting on one's balls, yes,
Highly discomforting.”
~ High Con
So what do you sit upon,
Miss High Con,
Where do you put your balls
When seated?
1. Ad Hominem
2. Gratuitous Grief
3. Harsh Critique
Try ~
1. Ad nauseum
2. Gratuityplease
3. Harshmarsh
4. Prettyclit
3. Harsh Critique
???
Just put on some Aretha,
Come on, dance...
I’ll let you critique,
Just see: Mr.
Immanuel Kant's “Critique
Of Pure Reason,” if you can read,
That is, read yourself
Reading. Because, yes, that’s
What that’s about. Kant I'll quote
Later, gotta go run now...
“I’m fond of ‘bloodinmystool’........
It's the first screen name I was ever
Banned for.”
~ High Con
You are perverse, Miss
Anne. Thrope, your trope,
Or just your love
For words?
I'll toss in three
2. Gratuitous Grief
????
Gratuitous, or
Surplus grief, never hurt
Too much, if properly channeled,
If swimming lessons, one has learnt,
To get one all the way across,
Across the Great Void, The Wide Divide. English
Cliffs [See: Notes] of Dover to Calais, France ~
Or just read, or channel, for more y/tears, Ms.
Ann Lauterbach, a brief word,
From “Moonlight in Calais,”
From whom (towhom, too, I send
My gratitude [Hey!]) now we’ll hear ~
“This is the first scene.
A recondite setting but plentiful, autumnal.
There is a sense of circularity, many forms...”
~ Ann Lauterbach,
From “Before Recollection”
“From a Systems point of view: What,
If anything, has changed
Since you were symptom free?
1. Different types / intensity of exercise.
1a.Excessive stretching?
2. Stressed or worried?
This is the main thing that triggers back pain for me.
3. Sitting/working more?
4. Driving more? (increased driving is correlated w/back & sciatica problems)
5. Shoes worn out?
6. Weight gain (when I gained 10 lbs 10 yrs ago all kinds of pains appeared).
If nothing has changed
That you can see, then make some changes
And see if
It gets better. Or visit an Osteopath
Or Chiro and see what they see.”
~ Dan
Thanks for you thoughts.
But as for the ball?
Should I buy red or green?
As for my lapsed changes rung ~
Less exercise.
Less stretching.
Stressed, depressed.
Sitting more in wrong-type chair.
Shoes fine.
Weight ~ same.
My correction course ~
Resume exercise/stretch program.
Get better seating choice.
As for the rest, just doing my best.
The first 2 should correct my back,
As for all the rest, well, yes,
I just doing my personal best.
“I have updated my web pages
With a double cluster image...”
~ Marcus
Titanium macaroon?
dieing
lying
Never Again Would Birds' Song Be The Same
~ Robert Frost
He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.
Sigh As It Ends
~ John Berryman
Sigh as it ends… I keep an eye on your
Amour with Scotch - too cher to consummate;
Faster your disappearing beer than late-
ly mine: your naked passion for the floor;
Your hollow leg; your hanker for one more
Dark as the Sundam Trench; how you dilate
Upon psychotics of this class, collate
Stages, and…how long since you, well, forbore.
Ah, but the high fire sings on to be fed
Whipping our darkness by the lifting sea
A while, O darling drinking like a clock.
The tide comes on: spare, Time, from what you spread
Her story. - tilting a frozen Daiquiri,
Blonde, barefoot, beautiful,
flat on the bare floor riveted to Bach.
“Besides, since a lot of readers
Seem to really like the quotes, people miss me
When I'm gone.”
~ Nancy
Unique, like everyone else
So true Ms. Moth.
One of the last voices
Around these parts I trust.
Keep up your good work,
Stay with the Light.
...anointing themselves “writers”
rather than admitting to family and friends
they are on the cruise,
hot to trot,
single,
terrorizing,
on the look out
precisely for the right bite,
when nothing else
will do...
“VA, be careful,
You’re starting to make sense again.”
~ george
Agreed. Good or bad thing?
“Kind of like the story of the aging of the wicked queen.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the ferrous one of all?”
~ george
BLACK BOX ~
BE WARNED,
PLEASE DO NOT EAT THE APPLE
#NDA 249095.
(c) Pfizer Inc.
…wicked queen…
Triple tres wicked out, too!
“Typically the problem starts with inattention to orders.
Next, they
Don't make sense.”
yeah i know. those orders,
don’t understadem nomore.
honest. really.
“The carrot works far better than the stick for cats. It's easy to get
cats to come at dinner time.”
~ george
Heard that cat b4.
“VA,
Be careful, you’re starting to make sense again.”
~ george
Agreed.
Good or bad thing?
“Good.”
~ george
“Where have you been?”
~ george
The Country of Non.
“VA, be careful, you’re starting
To make sense again.”
~ g
Agreed. Good or bad thing?
“Good.
Where have you been?”
~ george
The Country of Non.
The Days of Remembrance.
The Things of the Past.
The Things that Last.
Looking for the things that lasted,
Searching for Mum, my puparoos, all of them!
And all my lost buds, too…
*
“A high quality pickaxe, a thing of beauty,
A joy to use.”
~ Sylvia
How many handles wide?
Stay with the Light.
“I'm honored.”
~ Nancy
Unique, like everyone else
An honor, yes, you are!
The Royal ORder de Blew / *
“Mmmm! Show me!
Perhaps add green garters for holiday colors!”
~ Double A
Mum, You’re a snake.
But that’s okay. Garters are cute.
“Hi All,
I could be barking up the wrong tree.
Hear ~
Doesn’t looking back
At
The Big Bang and The Theory of Not ~
Being able to travel faster than light!
Now ~
Contradict each other!
Here’s my reason why…”
~ Aaron Townsend
*
Trouble of O ~
Don’t you know ~ Mum?
Nothing’s worth anything,
Or anything nothing,
No matter the worth,
Without you with me.
…:wink:…
Mum & me doing our figure 8s
On our skating rink.
Mum *sigh*
Still looking for you ~
Who’s that?
“Just a part of the hive,
A member of the collective.
No mind of her own.
They all look the same.
‘Bring in the clones!
Please, send in the clones.’”
~ Double-A
Sort of like laying an egg?
“The Cosmic Egg.”
~ Double-A
_________________________________________
“Whatever ~
The Sequel to What If, What's Next,
What For, Whatnot, or
What?”
_________________________________________
“I like this idea of ‘Whatever,’
As a sequel to ‘What If.’ I love it!”
~ Bert
Whatever.
“Perhaps Ernest Wittke is right,
And Einstein perpetuated a hoax!”
~ Double-A
Whatever.
“Perhaps Bert’s theories are the foundations
Of 21st century
Astrophysics!”
~ Double-A
Whatever.
“Perhaps Darla has come to save the planet!”
Whatever.
Whatever.
“Whitty, and Double-A,
‘What ever’ will be ‘What is’ to be.
We can ‘What if it’
Or just ‘Wish It’ What ever.”
~ Bert
That’s right Bert.
Each day, do
The best you can do.
Me, yes, I try my Personal Best.
But O know ~
I do not think I have passed my test,
Or else ~
Me, yes, happier I would be…
*
But What If?
What if the Country of Non promised
To be, for Aught Be Us,
Were only us, completely there,
Would you support?
~ Mum
“Mais oui!
Even so, even if
Not. Because, always
Always, any way, day ~
Forever any shape
Or time, all yours.
So Mama ~
Please redeem
Me. This wait, like,
Now so unseemly!”
~ Moi
*
“How I dared not, my desire,
How could you not know?”
~ Mum
“Know what?”
~ Moi
“My soft soul, me, knows, you,
My love for Thee.”
~ Mum
“Maintaining a faintness of noggin, I suffer
Trouble of O.”
~ Moi
“Made confiancemoi, a treatment that I know,
A remedy, my love,
An antidote, A ~ on the ground of tablet
Accept my ardor, my passion, my practice for Thee.
Faintness, your curse, went.
Your heart, your noggin, does not know badly.
Your purity, your sung song.”
~ Mum
“Yes me admit, I am your test,
I do attest.”
~ Moi
“An Eggflip of Christmas,
I will stir up for Thee. Not so much to poison,
But more to relieve your hesitation,
This your lesson.”
~ Mum
“I will drink, Mum,
Whatever you offer me.”
~ Moi
“December, not the cruelest month. You,
I conceived. Believe me, please.”
~ Mum
“I believe you, Mum, I do.”
~ Moi
“Your hesitation, your pain, I decrease.
December, not the cruelest month. You, I conceived.
Believe please. I. You.”
~ Mum
“I receive, satisfy now, mom,
Inserts me, our passion, node. Defeats me.
My lesson, your years taught.”
~ Moi
*
*
Fobby ~ Please bring my
Rostellum, my part of that animal or factory
Resembling a nozzle, a hung projection.
I need the bois de rose rivet washer, that circular
Beam of spiral, resembling a flower opened…
Or Fob, bring me the beam of the spots
On the fur of a leopard,
Or the circular beam
Or in spiral of share
At the base
Of the stem
Of a factory.
Because, Fog, as you know ~
Over the old Coke factory
I live ~
Now clinging on my ~ O know ~
Ledge ~
Obtaining close to the big
Rise of the turn of Santa of the Suicide...
My spring unwound,
That sprung, for Thee ~ During the cruelest month.
Then, yes, transients of suicide. Perchance,
The light, unbedded of the behind ?
Torn, ripped ~ Covers of spring,
Unplugging Thee ~ brings by its clean dead of hand.
Or perhaps A Right Riot of A
Of my hormonal torrent spouted out,
Sprung me out, she did, to Torment I
[Her need for] A dire fate, mine, an aspiration, a exaltation!
The breath expires.
Off to The Libraire I go, Fob,
As you surely know, Fobby, The Libraire,
My all time Fave Place!
In research, moi, on my knees, seeking my form
Selected, O yes, Perfected!
For no one pleases me, but To Be
With Thee for fun ~ And for love, with A!
But O know ~
That April does marry imbeciles unwed to pose,
A flowering fertile in this fertile place,
Or O, too, you are right? Perhaps
A piece of ground of burial, I need, I should acquire?
O yes, I do aspire!
Now, Fobby,
Please explain ~
What time, what season, where are we?
Remind me, please, the reason?
April Fools? Do I need to reset my clock,
Is the time to spring ahead, fall behind?
This package, Fob, I hold now in my hand,
Chocolates, wrapped in a Golden Bough ~
Why?
What reason have I brought this gift for you?
Has the custom become ~ On April First,
Exchange A Gift for Fools? Is this taught,
A lesson missed, over at The Goldfish School?
Please explain. I lost my notes, or
Missed that day. Or was I merely napping,
Or perhaps, yes, more likely,
Did my mind, O know ~
Unravel,
Undone. Our head, still cracked,
A China Wedgwood reparation one must
Pay, a border tax. Or, too,
We’ll be turkey basted, stuffed, as well,
With Chivas Regal! Your training schedule: Please read
“Cranberry Sauce,” a short gloss,
A synopsis annotating Elizabethan runners
Hung upside down ~ A Midsummer’s
Day dream reversed, your mind, psyche,
Turned inside out ~ Avoid, yes,
I must, those scratchy logo labels [Know!
Me, yes, I have AD(Hi!)D, as well,
Tactile Sensitivity]. No wool can I endure!
Sp pull nothing over my eyes ~
Nothing scratchy, but cotton duck,
Yes, if well-washed, well-worn, my delicate
Skill will tolerate. So please, weave me a rack
Of lamb’s yarn, my woven Golden Fleece,
From something soft. For indeed!
Tonight’s the night, 30 days,
Discounting, not counting nasty insinuations,
What’s also run unspun, tightly coiled, unraveled,
Traveled unsung among Manhattan’s
Turtle Bay’s socialites, those Elfs who
Scamper, serve aid-de-campe,
Here among the boggy gloom aside
The Holland Tunnel ~ A darkness dug,
Yes, mapped, through time-shorn mysts ~
My telescope now sights spirits dancing on the River
East, as well, outside my window,
My view, don’t you know, lights
A hazy maze, has spun me all dazed
Around another way to see ~
To see the shimmering sea, revolve east, 31 degrees
~ insighted ~
Here atop my late-night glass desk.
My East River revue, a lunar lamp-lit second ~
Stage theatre, now performs “Time’s Rhyme:
Just Another Late-
Noir Ecco.” But nevertheless
A chilly breeze still haunts
Me. My draft, my shivering soul.
Please knit my way, please bring my
Blankie to me! My wrap, my shroud,
Worn with pride and joy! None
The less merrier, even when you know,
For quite some time, yes, you’re deade!
My condolences ~ I offer, too, your score
Scored, cloves implanted,
By rhyme’s reason: A Winter Season, now
Content, now civilized, now reformed.
Scorn? Not! Arise! Have a cranberry scone. All ~
Hardheads, hounds, & horns!
Stars sparkle above this Globe,
Stars, too, light your eyes ~ But O
Know! Mesmerize
Not ~
*
My heart bleeds,
A simple pink of red aspires I
Inside a pot split by Cotta of Will Terra.
Just my Fate of the Life, or must I improve,
Yes, or, Agent of Smith ~ My difficult situation
That you locate inside your telescope.
Did my lost hope go, or you, Agent Smith
Have you seen my Mum, aka Ms.
God? That thing I see, you offer me,
Agent of Smith, is that your cord, tied,
Hung downwards for me?
Do I have to rise, rhyme your need of?
My lesson, I can’t!
But O know, yes, I can write, I can,
I can cant,
I can rhyme,
I can enchant,
I am a very enchanting grrl,
Too, yes, you already ~
O know! What’s that?
“To do Thee, I aspire, O
Do you not see you see me?”
~ Agent of Smith
“Who, moi? I, just a grrl klewless?
O know me!”
~ Mum
“With shame, yes, I aspire to Thee.”
~ Agent
“Really? Me? Impossible!”
~ Moi
“Into the madness, I surely fell,
With you, into The State of A,
Without places sufficient, or meant I the misdeed,
For as you surely remember, Va, as well, Ms.
God, so surely knows, my sins, little,
Although dense sometimes my spirit. But
Intense my desire for you, too. Desire, I?”
~ Agent
“Not! How did you dare?
How did you dare I would care not.
I could not, you know?
Me, I am, just a klewless girrl
With AD[Hi!]D! I need my mother,
My puppy, too. But don’t you
Know. I do love you,
True, I do. And were I free,
Were I not my mother’s grrl,
You, Sir Cumference, would be
For me. For I do love
Thee. Forget me not. But my mind,
Yes, honest, had come undone,
Remains no longer knotted to this world.
Now, the shimmer sea
I swim toward ~
If lost, or found, please contact Ms.
Nancy Hathaway, author
Of the highly esteemed ‘Friendly
Guide to the Universe’ …”
~ Moi
*
“For I do love all
Thee. So forget me not. But my mind,
Yes, honest, had come undone,
Remains no longer knotted to this world.
Now, the shimmer sea
I swim toward ~
If lost, or found, please contact Ms.
Nancy Hathaway, author
Of the highly esteemed ‘Friendly
Guide to the Universe’ …”
~ Moi
From whom, that’s Ms.
Hathaway, I leave
For you now
A brief word, as I
Swim toward a brand-new
Shining world ~
"In the nineteenth century,
Observers reported a marking on Mars
Shaped very much like a Hebrew
Letter used to represent
The name of God.
Was this a message? And if so,
What did it mean?"
~ Nancy Hathaway,
From “Messages From Beyond,”
From “The Friendly Guide
To the Universe”
PS. Bert ~ I think that’s
A Hebrew Frank ~
Further my story, as gone
I am. In search, yes,
For the Shimmering Sea...
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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