publish or perish
no sham tenured tradition…
whispers ~ perdition
From me the wildest faculty,
Now quite normal,soon satanic
That should leave me the casualty
Of some End-Of-Time Titanic...
Not With Men on really Good Terms,
Indeed,partnering with his germs,
Satan strides in and its lent ears
For his pleading eyes: "Have no fears"
"Satan knows man makes a mistake
And has him tied to a big stake.
Note,for sure the difficulty
Of words finding in Britannic
To capture the Gross Novelty
Of what had become organic
Like in-the-rectum pricking worms
And scrotal-sac-domiciled sperms
I plan to self split into two,
Satan Lion share plus my right shoe:
Glad release of A Champion's three...
Man:One! Let him not hang on tree.
Seeing his rival celebrity on the screen,
He is with envy green;
By him thought a fortunate being,
Of all nominees their Faculty’s Dean;
Only thirty years ago did his mother him wean.
A reason to be starving and be forever lean;
For facial expression keep wearing “The Mean”
No occasional reliefs to feign:
Jealousy should forever reign!
imagination
the queen
of truth
an inner
eye
to transform
the symbols
of
the mind
from
the
well
of
chance
imaginings:
into
a song
of the
moment
..selected
..from..
a storehouse
of the uncatalogued
to images
....enthroned
A Meeting after an eight hour day
Should include jubilant jiving,
Exciting conversation,
Lively chatter,
Not a speaker who drones on and on and on and on and on and on
In a disgustingly un-metered monotone voice
No lilt
No cadence
No melody
Just a methodical sameness
I am making a list of things that might get her excited-cobra biting her thigh,
School building burning to the ground, tiger tracks in the snow around her car...
Hooray! At last our unknown speaker has encouraged us, the audience, to talk.
We all lean in at our tables and talk toward each other
Loudly and rapidly
Words galloping out of our mouths as if a shot
Has been fired at the starting gate
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! Someone yells
I look up amazed. Her voice is excited.
We get a warning however we cannot shut up
So we keep talking
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! She yells.
A shriek type warning
Which we ignore
By the time this is over I decide
We did not need a cobra or a tiger.
All we had to do was be ourselves.
It is nigh onto impossible to control a roomful of teachers.
conceived faculty
surreal improbable
image of perfection
created within a land
of fantasy
placed you
up atop a
high pedestal
were you would
loom over
the land irrational
demands
casting down
the lay of the
land
condemning
all that were
quilty of breaking
the pet-peeve-laws
Once there was a man called Hot, the thief
Crash and Smoke are his favorite disciples
Crash profess "Hell the modesty"
Smoke profess "Pray the modesty"
bloody what could be a common cause?
Pay respects to both your elders
& the rejects
Showing hate to any person
Reflects your inner thoughts
It's best to be at rest
Think things through without acting a pest
Negativity infects the air
Around those who wish to share
Thought-waves emit from our being
While most don't believe what they are seeing
Aura's enshroud & form a cloud
Growing intensity as you read aloud
The words that surround
& can only confound if you decide
to shout...
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