I thought you were dead
but then I read
your name in the alumni news.
Still hanging 'round the universities, I see,
harvesting young women
whose fathers had opinions.
As for me,
I don't peruse the papers any more;
factorial rotations are the kind of
game you liked to play.
I pull the weeds, I sweep
the path and climb the stairs.
I tie back long vines
of ridiculously red tomatoes.
And you're not dead?
Why that's okay; me too.
Categories:
factorial, age, death, recovery from,
Form: Free verse
My people, wat is ?????? kiss.
* In Maths: it is the factorial of the square of both lips divided by the area of both lips combined
* In Biology: It's the exchange of germs from one mouth to another.
* In Chemistry: It's a process of testing the ph of lips.
* In Physics: It's a process of charging the human body through the combination of charges.
* In Computer: It's a wireless network in which two bodies are connected without usb cables.
* In Economics: It's a process in which demand is greater than the supply
KISS KISS KISS
Categories:
factorial, crazy, creation, emotions, feelings,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many
I wondered where the nutrients were coming from
I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years
There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs
Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word
Left me with another path onto death
And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe
Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel
Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus
I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight
From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels
Eyes remained closed
And I felt the actual descent of my downfall
I did not open my eyes at all
I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul
Please accept my gift today
My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail
Led me to accept and love where I often fail
I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs
Though I am surely small to you
Though I feel only a fraction of a fool
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies
Categories:
factorial, absence, abuse, analogy, art,
Form: Free verse