such a familiar collaging collage (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

such a familiar collaging collage

sounds rebounding
in ways only found
in words wraping ’round
them trying to be frowning
mix’n all in there with just
a li’l bit’a clowning
for so hiding here inside
this body’s some body
or even smaller ones squirming
and teasingly yearning
conjuring-up to distort
a dash of learning
wanting to churn inside
a holy taciturn
out of which they never
cannot can squirm
just ’round and ’round
and ’round in term

abstracting distracting contraction-ing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

churr-ing occurrings slurring blurrings
immersing in rueless demure-ing imbuings
blue-ing inside the walls of perjuring recurrings
!and who’s scared!
all us all of here seeing
freezing in the armless wanderings
baptizing mathematizings
of our smothering incurrings
He’s saying: “Still thuh glow dat show’n
in all what us know’n
it being as little less
and as much mighty mo’
depending how we want’n it so”

abstracting distracting contraction-ing
(in memory of my father)

and what
is the marrow of next
if not now
what is ever never
or never ever
but signs of a hapless distend
place is in between what
and distance a splicing of the same
a measuring in what frame
of some distain covering over
all those other slippery-ing things

now is here then
always swaddling in when
boundlesslying amen
every moment is sublime
but never fully fraught
always waiting here holding on
in all this whom we’re aught

collaging collagings . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

collaging collagings
(smearing-duh-ing)

thick dark lips they strolling smug mugged
scared ofay ophidians jes desperationing
iberian populate’n cannibaliz’n politico
and the other hues clawing in between
they all leeching us all who’re sopped
’cause we sopping in here just like them
‘round and ’round and on back on around
every one at the nother just like any other
holding on to the nipples of abusing agenda
petrifying in the mouth of legacy mongerers
so us aint feeling how this one size fitting all
“!So What!mother Fucker!long as i git’n mine!!
aint this here the Greatest Greatest there is!!
so powder your nose where the camera it on
and just gone requisition yo’ ownself some”
dastardly scrabbled by clamoring babblers
in doodaded stalls full of tird prosaic altars
and amended amens there amen’n aloudly
“this all like’it is cause dis how it all is-ing”
wearing our own posturationing norms
tatoooos disguising our emptying arms
delusive porn of this invisiblin karma
aint no body screaming being heard
in the grand callousive numbing
of this mastur-a-bationing om

tonal drawing 1 (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

tonal drawing 1

we’re lost wander’n ‘round here groping
in the pits of machiavellian deviating
spilling out of our serpentining maze
silently begging loudly for warm arms
but mugg’ns we’re persistently shrugg’n
caroming away from one another
on away from our other without touch’n

desperately so arrogantly strutting on
in our glaring darkness of feeling all alone
rubber stamp’n marching in coffling crowds
for so pretending we’re not turning colder
in these emptying fictitious demonstrations
of refusing to perceive our self abusing ruse

we’re smearing the drowning resoundings
of our perpetually vaunting transgressings
each one is festering on inside with the others
blackholing ‘tween walls of our own disdain
of how what we’re hustling so not to realize
this on’n’on white flagging to our own demise

all us all just seeming like we’re seemings
in fantastic phantasm-ming distortions
desolving on into kaleidoscopic pixilations
and the quicksanding haze of our faze-ing
with it’s hovering thickening is every where
ensconcing blues marrowing in all we dare
wanting to but so scared we’re evanescing
just can’t be letting ourselves care

em-spiralling-ning-ing . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

em-spiralling-ning-ing . . .

desperationings in twirlling confoundings
fantasyings of musclar ratiocinationing
emswallowing here in bort colding Oms
of checkmating the faults we daring
swirl’n ‘round disconsolationing on
decre’n us stars anon on’n’oning
spawning in lonely catacombs
smugly we just swallowing
pretending they are homes
us all up in the gnawings
who always never done
of our own deceptive
we ever spinning on
serpentining ruse
in aloning in um
us in our maws
inside an un
cheww-ing
on down
scared
in’my
just
me
‘n
n
.
.
.

humani-vore-ing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

humani-vore-ing

“so what’s wrong with you now!”
dis gnaw’n on’me! dat’s what’s wrong
“no way you’re just imagining things!”
i aint imagining a goddamn thing!
“all right then where’s your proof! huh!”
LOOK!!!I’M ALREADY BLEED’N!!!
“Yeah! it’s because of what you’re doing wrong!”
‘cause of what !I’M! doing wrong!
“nobody else here’s complaining ‘bout bleeding
so what else can it be! but i’ll tell you what . . .
if you’ll just calm down and act more civilized
i’ll tell you exactly what you need to be doing”
and who in the hell you ‘spose to be!
“the one you need to be listening to right now!
anyway . . . early somewhere in the morning
when you standing there in the mirror”
how a body be stand’n in a damn mirror!
“listen! . . . you just be telling the rest of us
what you’re feeling like you’re seeing”
‘spose i say’n i aint see’n nothing
aint no body else gon be there
so how you gon know if i’m lying!
“what do you think we all be saying then
‘bout what we’re feeling like we’re seeing
when we’re standing there too
nothing!!!nothing!!!nothing!!!
because you caint be saying nothing
about nothing except nothing! . . .
now aint you got some damn nerve
here acting all out in our pretending
whining loud invisiblizing like all us all
running scared lubricating hallucinating
try’n to hide here in behind
all this seeming that we’re doing
Who In The Hell Do Think You Are!”

em-spiralling-ing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

em-spiralling-ning

desperationings in twirlling confoundings
emswallowing here in bort colding Oms
swirling’round disconsolationing on
spawning in lonely catacombs
pretending they’re homes
who always never done
we ever spinning on
in aloning in um
inside an un
on down
in our
me’
n

touching is . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

*touching is
a longing alouding
of whispering soliloquies
softlying enfleshing
with no trespassing
a sensuous promising
gracefully consuming
nearly ever swallowing
a hungering caressing
with no fingerprinting
wantingly entangling on

lonely-ing-ness (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

lonely-ing-ness

for way long too long
you been never impounding
those pleasing surrogations
teasing in the lap of your wanting
that keeping on sipping you slowly
from the same cracked cup
of all your stone grey mornings

en-wantonly
you’ve went going bemusing on
in desperate machinations of momentary ruses
as cold armbouchures of this numbing reposing
they swallowing you up erasing you on
in dark vicarious doses
of fondling schemata

and you abiding a little less
each time than before
regressing over and over
in your own behesting
there wrapping up inside all
your pretended pretendings
of what you thought
was meant for you

you all alone in there
in all by yourself
with nobody else
not even you

now then in here wave-ing here when ( a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

if when is then
and then is when
and now is on and on
what then is now
what now is when
and when is ever then
and where in when and in what then
do stories we tell they all begin
and do they ever ever end
and what is it they all intend

now then in here wave-ing here when

in here i’m bound then for most never found
‘mongst a public litter that’s more renown
and this numbing i’m feeling in here when
keeps being spreading on out all over
dissipating your children aborting them now
raping us all on deeper mo’ deeper mo’ deeper
in the languishing retard of vicarious simulations
and you keeping on marching on just like you told
never minding ‘bout this something
you done’n’nicknamed it me

crowded in crowds you aloned aloning all alone
syncopated hallucinating in your own plastic arms
advertising patronizing emboldened perverse-nations
leeched you leaking on into a same one another
you wanting other but you scared you so scared!
of the feeling little left that you feeling it’s leaving
and you never ever ever make’it so you be seeing
what you wanting i’m always waiting in here waiting

but you keep on sucking on them-ed used sugar titties
cunningly consumed in the daunting consumption
of your own hypnotic and callous-ive consuming
you hallowing the hustlers desecrating your time
swelling your heads with masturbating rhymes
auctionating in palladiums of a popular clime
and you erasing me on mo’ furthering on away
smothering in spells of a boundless dismay
then sewing up into things of animated clay
as nows and thens and ever whens
keep keeping right on entangling

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