You found me. Good job.
Do you want to see me type pages of acrobatics,
Leak leagues of sea toxins into a light beam
And battle capturers of imagination, soul, love
Until they release what chains they’d linked?
Do you want to see me twist turntable talk
With the tactful trajectory of an Irish tabby cat?
What about bastions of built upon aberrances**?
Do you want to see those, too?
Do you mind awkward things?
Sometimes I write so free*
I don’t see the meanings appearing
At the tips of my typing torpedo fingers,
So I can seem aloof like space shuttles
Slipping off the side of humble Earth.
I say things suddenly, when they are most living.
I do not edit most of this blog. A quickly
Look over and I’m satisfied to the point
Of posting pageants of calendar particular POP.
Like: sloppy plops of clobbering sobby lobs
Hops of hippopotamus hearty hawks
Plus, a bunch of misspelled words
And missing punctuation
And missing capitals
And incomplete sentences, oh
For sure a bunch of incomplete sentences
And a TON of prosodylessness
Also, made up words
(Here’s to grad school, dudes!)
** I had no real clue about what that word means until after I had written it and looked up the definition. Why not?
* While the proper word has been, and typically remains for mostpeople, “freely,” with its adverb forming suffix, we usually describe actions with adjective forms like quick, instead of quickly.