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Sat, 08/24/2024 - 14:42 -- ts735b

attempt to break thru Hadrian's Wall

while roam'n across cyberspace of urban sprawl

dark shadows spill across
the outer limits of the twilight zone
whereby edge of night
creeps brow of me, a Neanderthal!

 

Yours truly self proclaimed

er calculating polymath

no win no campy intent to kindle,

or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath

juiced whiling away

the early evening hour hath

horror hived this then February

twenty second two thousand eighteen,
revised this early afternoon of August 24th,
two thousand twenty fourth
nah scared to take a bath.

 

The Process (is a Process All Its Own)

self accomplishments, I modestly credit
a disembodied humble liberal spirit

eye up ply applies

to brainstorming with zest to whit

barn storming across das plains of google

to pitchfork embers tuff flickr tinder lee

with smart poetic dip pose zit

tool loom hen ate interior darkness

where lurks the monstrous akin to Perdido

otherwise known as perdition,

 

especially Native American

linkedin as The Buffalo Hunter

pseudonym adopted by Ballard and Sandrine,

The Green Woman, whose Side predicted to win

Pork Pie Hat predicated on Feng Shui yang and yin

force fields property aligned creates A Special Place

predominantly filled with A Dark Matter

only known (bee you wick), i.e.,The Skylark,

and of course Poe's Children, totaling 5 Stories

helpful to down with a chaser

viz - The Little Blue Book Of Rose Stories

Ideally red (red) in The Night Room,

where an unsuspected parvenu

absconded with Lost Boy, Lost Girl

housing Magic Terror, but interestingly

one must ask - Isn't It Romantic?

 

Via the perspective Looking Back

feigning to be combination of Mr. X, and/or

and Mrs. God innocent looking people

yet, the progenitors of The Hellfire Club
burnt offerings indistinguishable from Blue Rose

fragrance or melancholy Ghosts
resembling trumpeting Floating Dragon

invoking grabbing by The Throat sensation

Where spirits flit to and fro

throughout neighborhood Houses Without Doors

 

and games without frontiers

this...a millennial Mystery

unlike the generic Ghost Story,

the main anti protagonist and/or

pro antagonist, nonetheless named Koko

who calls The Juniper Tree home,

especially eerie Under Venus

provoking Wild Animals

kickstarting rolling stones

to run berserk at lightspeed

 

en masse Black Sabbath

bestirs cries and whispers

proto, pseudo psychedelic

quint essence ova thermocouple

holographic images hypnotizing

vista as Shadowland

explicit formula generating
happy interracial Marriages

nah...ha - ah, the joe cuz on ewe

especially, If You Could See Me Now!

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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