bah

and I've had enough
of the rhyme rigmarole rhyme,
there was a time when what you said
was profound as you mixed up your nouns
and pronouns for the his her and its.
and i've had enough of the thing meant to be another, the random
positing of a tool as a sign and there you go and off you go and where you went I
didn't foolow, that's right foolow not follow.

there is the ashtray burning butts and the sunset soaking up the smoke and the clouds gathering over a stormy head that thinks only in riddles.

there are the yams frying on the grill under the heat of an ecotane burning. that's what it seems like.
that's what you played like, and in the moon light
you didn't realize that there's something else going on in the factory of nothingness.
see i can ape too. see i can monkey around with the language English.
too.
and it's all the drivel that you dribble from your mouth like fire water burning like
neon gold that's worth less than golgotha.