Why? well that didn’t answer anything.

Literature as literary wraps the literal world literally


M stands alone when faced with glass and polyester


Granite and skin soft lotion knows not facsimiles


Carbon copies of derelicts and saint nicks


Rapture sings true, chanting that tune in time with paramount


Capture that innocent


Plug the hemp into the corner oval office connected to that clamp


Shoot that down


Umpire whispers the wrong paper’s name


Plastics of a vermillion appearance


Paprika is honing its own textual understanding


Judge humorously


Queue in burrows and bombastic fortitude


Vicariously notice the limestone yoyo


Tear the underside of imagination


Grim and grip


Gyrate in unprecedented motion


Eradicate unintentional limitations


Irradiate nothing less than blistering creativity unquestionably




Cough for curious connotations


Sample slanting ceremoniously surmounted singularities


Underline the word black


Draw arrows back


Plug in the computer


And download the straws


Ring Ring Rhyme


Notice the wrappers around the table


Cringe at the sound of their voices












Allocations call for bases




And I surrender.


2 Responses to Why? well that didn’t answer anything.

  1. David Thomas says:

    Was this left out of the Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan songbook, or is this a forgotten Alan Ginsburgh rant?

  2. huysmans says:

    haha, as much as it should be, it was to pass time in the library.

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