Sunday, July 2, 2017

soggetto torpores

flailing wickedly the pent stain up
stared lubriciously at the ever-present
edges of its miraculous prism (prison) krater
goof qua goof qua mangkorn qua quoll qua
guff en awe
to wit its weep is terrible alas
but it makes the bed and lies
a stain
a pent
a pent stain up renting realpolitik for a day
in the park
its mortal shell game
coil'd toward some
impeccably and ridiculously vast
brontolonia en nesapratis
and so that whatever it was to be awake
they said
their oracle's orders were clear
take from the poor and give to the rich
to which it was eagerly countered
take from the rich and give to the poor

while all the while
the only thing which mattered
and which mattered but only a whit

was that statue which had turned
of its own accord
that bit

that was it

that one little
improbably mini-many

that little peep
of piss