riding on
superluminal rafts
the supernatural rapscallions
descend with
delirious determination
into
deceptive diversion
observing
too many indeterminists
doing nothing
with too much time
on their antennae
it's inevitable:
derived from suffering
in a brain's
stormy potential
where an abandoned
shopping cart
transmits
hapless holons
in a stationary orbit
above the bucolic
neighborhood
I defiantly deconstruct
the illusion
of immortality
while
cobwebs
engulf balconies
and coffins
excrete spiders
I/he
drowned
in the same
river twice
after being assured
that no man is
a tropical island
in a lost paradise
where the Jovian moons
don't shine
...so he/I
sputtered & sibilated
in an
empty frame of
rambling
reference
a sibilated soul swiftly flung from two lips embowed, intended to access the
essence of its recipient and grasp on so tightly that when it is recoiled , the
unsettled reviler removes a shred. Now inadequate and left immature, the undone
immortal lashes out with irrelevance of consequence. It recaptures what was once
lost, only now to find that it has gained a piece of its opposer, It is unconscious
of the effectiveness of its actions but even now whole again, the affliction
abides.