Robert Warlov Poet Vogon Poetry

Didn't we all become poets

  / "Like Open-Mic Explosions from The End of Language". - Chat-GPT comment 
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Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle;
fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble -

To wit:

The half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me:
far, far, ready to say maybe to love -
moved in half-dream to plumb half-baked memories.

/ "But weren't their novel 'dogs-of-war' and lovely 'fogs-of-laughter"? /

Pierced words cerebrate the self-inflicted blaspheme;
Inflected madmen falter at spin-synergys -

  / breathes a new science-appliance  /

yet The plastique rolls on!


And you . . . ?

drenched the salt-pages of your labial tears:

  *  Waste past rowan stone,  *
roiled-sand jangle-eyed kin,
Lift one flecked-flash past,
piece by piece
heart's rubble.



/  "... as a third remove from truth ~ and as useful". -Socrates, fr. Book 3 /

/ Oooh - I Stuck That Premo!  /


Words colloid in mod ( meme? ) theatrics;
tensor the rune of a public out-cry.


/ Yeah I got yer "So Crates"  right here! / -

/ Dig the dweeb's weebles! /


Explication's 'Plush-Safe'³

  OR:


"The media is the message". - Marshall McLuhan

"The cause is the effect" - J. Boss (my best friend's girlfriend).

" ...   .......  ..... ............ ... - ...... " - D. Froman ( my best friend attempting to re-engage me in an earlier philosophical disputation).

"Critique my backhand" - Me with my tennis racket (having recently evolved from an "Inquirist" into a "Sophisticant" (See: Douglas Adams ~"Hitchhikers to the Galaxy")).

~

She: "Are you a 'Mod' or a 'Rocker'?"
He: ( Ringo Star ); "I'm a Mocker".¹


No friend to bar-brawler- She;
And me . . . ?

Bled and Clown-Scarred but no trouble by car.


  LATER:

"At least they're not human." -She

Pointing-

So La' Bard resumes la' plume:
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  *  "Bleep The Beach" OR "Titillation's Irritation's"  *

Fighter crustaceans fribble the flash,
sainally chasin' "Oooh, what a crash!" 
Nature's poet-screed stubbles her muggles,
rainbows bleed from her scrubby butt bubbles.


P.S.

Imatatus Maximus Luminus
( --- - -- ----- -------. -- -----, ---- --------- ---. )²

Done in the road but the road ain't sayin'.


Fin.

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Notes:


1. Film: 'A Hard Days Night'- © date? Google it!

2. untranslatable as is any mystic mis-fit's dribble. 

3. See: artist Basquat ~ "Tag"

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Robert Warlov September 2, 2025 at 4:58 AM . . . and why does "Frangipani" sound like some human debauchery is about to ensue?