I do not mean to hurt your feelings
That is, if you have any, to hurt.
If so I apologize now for any future offenses
As I will be throwing darts at your picture
As I compose this ne’er to be posted “text”
In the event it is used in a future indictment.
It seems that “words” have become the currency
Of a bankrupt language seeking a following
Thus, all “words”, grunts, moans, or gurgling
Are to be considered “protected” “speech”.
Depending on how that speech is interpreted
By the “ear bud” deafened masses.
Ditch the dictionary and thesaurus and
Purchase a new edition “imaginasaurus”
Wherein every word is defined by
what we imagine its meaning to be
and “multiple connected strings of words”
“once classified as sentences”
Will be subject to scrutiny and dissection
By an AI (Arguing Idiots) group.
If and when I meet all the parameters
Of the Asinine Algorithms of America
And filter it through the
Fatalistically Philosophical Philanderers Assn
I will slip a note under your door
Pay no attention to it
Meet me under the old Elm on Tree Street
Or the old tree on Elm street.
//this message will destruct in 3,835 galishtins//
DAMSEL CAUSING DISTRESS
The knight errant sent for me, but I’ve gone missing
For three days now, while he’s composed a ditty:
In the tide of feminism I still haven’t given up kissing
Being what is termed fatalistically pretty -
But I can be the ‘no’ that makes for nice
When his flame burns under his boiler suit,
Then I’m decently torpid like a fish on ice
Where the guts need to go when the runts root -
A pillowing breast, my nightcap a soliloquy
To hell with his billowing sails and pregnant ships
Let him go, this guy who’s got everything but me
With his big thighs, big legs, big hips -
All the things we women should shun
Save satin, silk, squirm, sperm, and …sun.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
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