They come to me in phrases
in couplets newly born
Screaming from the highest places
fitted but unworn
They come to me in dreamsleep
the moon recycled new
Time released in words immortal
—scratched into the pew
(The New Room: February, 2024)
I asked you for proof.
You turned it back on me,
Saying, proof is not what you need,
Nor is it mine to give.
Only that you believe,
That is all you need.
I wanted a gift
To give my love.
He wants for nothing;
It’s merely for me,
Comfort for my disbelief.
Nothing seen, nowhere been,
Makes up for inhumation.
I asked what you learned
Beyond what’s accepted as real.
The answer is up to me.
Was yours imaginary?
I yearned they’d want and feel,
Fearing none I sensed was real.
You both surpassed mortality.
Such inquiry needn’t trouble me.
From base emotion I was free,
So long as I shunned poetry.
I cannot write nor read,
And hold intentions clean or free.
-ARCantu, 05/22/2023
Find out Jang can one's motive,
When ones glances are furtive.
Then,Jang can reach secret heart
And bare lay it like A chart
Veiled thoughts soon to him native:
The ones you wouldn't out give...
Catch I can next man's motive
From his mood that got pensive,
From sounds suddenly plosive;
"No money for pledged votive"
Looks that towards a roof dart
You don't need to ask:"what's that?"
It's all there on a charged face
With gross thoughts having a race:
The purse-tight lips of Fred Prize
Jang can see wish to be wise!
Loosen now his tight valves.
You do nothing by halves
Not like you've bruised his calves
While he's not got what salves...
His tube deflate through valve:
With six-inch nail hit valve,
The air in tube to halve;
When cops into it delve,
Say "A case of mad valve!"
Ask me my opinion:
It's a heart cast- iron:
A daring to pinion
The arms of one's union,
Dues slicing like onion
In Crowned Lion's Union.
More durable, one's word
than a powerful locomotive --
Fashions bonds of steel,
oaths and vows, steadfast, votive
Cupped white, dusky pink.
Satin gills softly breathing,
Catalyst of spring.
Pert, prayerful votive lights
Opening like fledgling beaks
Ancient relic your stock declare
Blanched, burnished cloak but meager fare
Your precious pulp carefully lay bare
Crescent, lobed leaves bleed a fathom or share
Nutty residual, fleeting equity you'll readily spare
Sylvan fortress; natural haven
Artfully sculpted; gratuitously graven
Fertile proprietor whose bounty is raven
Perennial bulwark; temporal sanctuary to the craven
Vaulted repository tapped by every enterprising maven
Your wavy blades insect's armored chair
Your peeling canvas terminators doth pare
Your fawning tentacles avionic lair
Your brigand hull leased for wear
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