Wherefore base. Bastard? Base?
Spelled same:bass and bass
as in bass clef
and bass boaet
bass? bass?
which one am I saying:
one rhymes with face
while other rhymes with ass.
of course I know
it comes from the Latin
base
plus 'tard'
to be dealt with later
as in the art, or,ars, of.
I hope you're getting this.
bass plus tard: bastard
means 'begot in a saddle'
tis why I am alive:
so,
let copulation thrive
Showing posts with label stunted forms of consciousness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stunted forms of consciousness. Show all posts
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Poem 101: Enter Bastard. Solus.
Labels:
dickheads,
interiority,
sons,
stunted forms of consciousness
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Poem XXXIV: No news
But in the end
headlines can give no peace
even the one you have waited for
exactly all your life
is merely one more
improvisation
another inconclusive
experiment in death
similarly that email, or tweet,
for which your ass has been holding its breath
it will leave you scrounging around
your wilderness of wasted flesh
with nowhere
any
fucking
refresh
headlines can give no peace
even the one you have waited for
exactly all your life
is merely one more
improvisation
another inconclusive
experiment in death
similarly that email, or tweet,
for which your ass has been holding its breath
it will leave you scrounging around
your wilderness of wasted flesh
with nowhere
any
fucking
refresh
Labels:
ocd,
salivation,
stunted forms of consciousness
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Poem XXV: Non ea videmus
All around us:
gifts from the dead
at all times
blindly we are
bumping into them
these gifts
of which we feel we merit
our insane portion
gifts from the dead
at all times
blindly we are
bumping into them
these gifts
of which we feel we merit
our insane portion
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