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Inevitable Death Defines Afterlife Trois

Inevitable death defines afterlife - trois

So all I ask, would be
inviting, offering, and ushering me to 
top secret cygnet committee
to give this average sized 
chapped sticky man
spinning the david bowie playlist 
as a somber dee jay
an eel lick trick kool aid battery acid test
dancing in the street
even if that requires me to get undressed
dancing with the big boys

my helping hands of average size 
worthy to sink initial 
public offering funds 
and don me with bullet proof vest
building a soulful bond – 
glue tin free - day in day out
tis the emotional state 
of ma deux grown darling daughters
choosing to take flight 
leaving this dada glum many days
assigned chauffeur de jure father

where cradle of democracy 
i.e. phila., penna skyline due west
opposing to dwell in the city, 
I am just dead against it
does pursue assigned tasks with aplomb
twittering, springing 
and googling hypnotically 
like a dead man walking
appealing banana rhea public like zest.

Yours truly loner moxie he got
who enjoys tasty kumquat
teasing as fragrant decadent debaser
who (years ago) experienced 
social anxiety with abdominal knot
barking, dancing, and foaming 
at the mouth diamond dogs
twiddle ling green thumbs 

oof a harris tweed
interesting when deep sleep 
stirs question did you ever have a dream
butta, non raincoat wearing scott
drying out the muddy 
and watery dirty song
lives in or on xyz lane
allowing avid bowie fanatics 

to do anything you say
where construction 
shoddy as dung key kong
stepping gingerly 
around the pile of dodo
whereby foundation starting to rot
positioning myself just so, 
that ye don’t bring me down
I turnip ma head of lettuce n eyed 

rotten green tomatoes 
while yam able to trot
don’t let me down & down
now this cracked egg noggin 
thoroughly mixed up
warning ye against the temptation, 
to jump into a chocolate vat
hence don’t look down
in mind and even out loud, 
ja utter more'n !@#$ what!

Postscript: how didst aye fair
keeping thine bow tied 
heart in suspense asking - don’t sit down
asia faux pas king lear
hoping for his divine arrival 
with movie time drive in saturday
whom might live far or near
breathing sigh of relief 
at appreciable distance 
‘tween dum dum boys

even though seasoned heartland I see
tackling threading n camel 
thru needle than writing 
bajillion line poem
evinces davy jones locker 
sealed with a prayer
honoring the solemn funeral 
whereat everyone says hi
doth exist whether heterosexual 
or supremely "queer"

everything’s all right
such immense gulf 
entombs plenty of fish
flailing with death 
as all dog bombs the moon
and carcasses of those in rear
envying that titanic ghost 
of david bowie to fall in love with me
guard, yukon beak comb 
good friends n share

until time lapse on terrestrial sphere
finds metamorphosize unbeknownst
to bobbing buoys 
and gabbling gulls tear
ring thru the vast tarn shroud 
amidst wreckage where
manifest destiny 
swallows up the man who fell to earth
amidst tha sea of humanity
tulle thee last civilization year
will forever disappear.

this psalm burr endeavor from:
modest nonpareil wordsmith

Copyright © Matthew Harris

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