sorry, sorry?
oh gawd
i thought i'd never have to write this
i thought i would be obvious in my motives
at least clear
i assemble my translations of poetry
with an x-acto
but the prose i toss into the mixer and i love what happens
i want the confusion
i feed it back in the other way and see again what occurs
i follow the grammar shifts - the verb tenses
'no am-ing is-ing or are-ing'
the idea is to help communication
to play with it before it becomes perfect
to spot the censors as they rise
the alternative dictionaries of the world are being born too slowly
i want
to invite dialog
i want to be corrected
i have angry swedes, my own people - once removed, yet twice now
who have struggled no doubt to learn this difficult bastard english
angry that i can somehow order herring without the work
and even vice versa
i want poets to correct vers by symbol
i will strive to mmet them halfway
anyone who objects to the use of the software or an attempt at communication
is defending something indefensible
their own limitations
"you think you can use a stupid piece of software and pick up on our women"
why yes, i do.
:-)
i am a poet
describe the limits of my communication to me
and you give me a new line
a new set of rhymes
a whole new state of mind
i will translate
into portugese
into japanese
til there's no peace in flatland biatch.
i live to burn new lines
i will make sure you are a crop circle pork rind between your office and your car
if you try to steal my star
listening to mud
heh
so 'R' you
i am still flirting with disaster
dis-aster = star removal
i have a friend, as friends go in my game globe
he shall be called K
neither medler nor pedlar, altho he has stolen stars himself
he calls it all sui side
that's to say aligning with sui generis
it's sure slow - let me tell you
i skirt the issue, like warm saline salts into tissue
i am exoteric, endoteric, and also esoteric
we all have the grasp of the iam
we do
but i'm not telling your simple pimply ass the password
dirty birdy
i will surf with circumstance, and do not HONESTLY
feel that aqualung had a bad life
i wont laugh when i see a species trying to breathe underwater without me
but
nuff said
i am a humorist, albeit with a little bitter lemony twist
like harold smith, i made it myself, in the back
your attack, love this slack - won't hang myslef with clever lines - yet
don't fret, unless it;s twelve - an octave of grab and have
i write fiction, that way i am not culpable for carnage, i have silent trophies galore
yet my image isn't tarnished - poorly finished stories makes the finest strategies
you can't really vanish me cause then my legacy will rise up biologically
ecologically - and even legally - finishing your senseless turn
can't see more than a decade in advance - i wish i had a decade in my
...
you can't see why i'm handing over the CEO
his words will run the show in a thousand years
his achoo is a gift to SAVE LIVES
...
simpler choices perhaps
mundunum is the only path to survival
just wait til my acquittal and the subsequent revival
"put me in a wheelchair and get me to the show"
...
now behold ellipsis as a structure
i can ask the sun nicely
if he'll stop burning
i can beg the world to stop her ceaseless turning
...
take the bait
an let me &^%* some shiat to hell
or three generations of pruning
i love due process
everybody has a name
got game baby?
put it where your hear t i s
