it's cold
and a man must sleep
but first
but pause, but because
as these limbs carry me
they acknowledge their pact
with the ground with the round
world green giving,
world i've given giving, in it,
living--
this space this place perfect
like a hand with a red dirt \wish
with red with blue yarnward
thoughts of barns laymen
& cold, now warm blankets
i'm old but young living
and young but old given,
in years I'll become (in it),
until then enjoy written
words, my life's working
words, my life's work, fin.
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Jolly-woggle heresy.
If you have ever:
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
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