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Guess Who Feb 2014
“La vérité vaut bien qu'on passe quelques années sans la trouver.”
Truth is more valuable if it takes you a few years to find it.
Renard

If only I could touch
The way your words flow
The way your lips glide
The way December drives my unmoved nose into a crooked mess

When will you place your lovely hands
On the doorknob
Opening you up to a heavenly world
You never knew existed
Seeing it like I do

Why don’t you go outside
Silence
So you can hear the call of the landscape
And the rush of the heavens
Upon you

Quidni, inquit, meminerim
People will always forget what you did
DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME
They will always remember
The feelings you graced them with
Your presence
The overpowering scent
DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME

Time moves slowly
But passes rapidly
The days start to feel like months
Maybe it doesn’t matter if
My life is overthought away
Maybe the wonder of what if
Will make today what is

Are you sure?
Are you sure about that?
My life is as I want it to be
But I-
I don’t understand
Life isn’t always about understanding

Photographs tell the story of my grandfather
In the old country
Before he had to fight with every inch of his body
Just to stay alive
Photographs tell the story of me
With a mind
That didn’t treat me how I wanted to be treated

Just look up at the moon
I see it too
Its glistening radiance
Reflecting back on my sunglasses
DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME

My soup is getting cold
The Anemoi are blowing wind toward you
Tell them to stop
I can’t
Why not
Because Zeus was angry
Casting Typhoeus into Tartaos
And with that the wind was born

Am I really the only person who tastes her soup when it’s too hot?
It just bubbles and boils forever
Yet
It tastes so good
Nice and hot
Like the summer day where the umbrella
High in the sky
Shades us
Like trees in the forrest
Or the buildings that crashed
9/11 came like its planes that flew too fast
T.S. Eliot Inspired
Into an inescapable
invisible net watery entrapment wove
ransacking access to treasure trove
compromising, jack-knifing,
and zapping diversity,
equity and integrity
grooming yours truly
into unbridled total lit Aryan  
of minimum headroom,
a webbed wide whitened world
spun me nippy nap noopy
until woozy with dizzy spells
pitched me body sky-high
analogous to being tossed
on par with a Mattie Mattel doll
or like a tempest in a teapot
indiscriminately flailing me courtesy
the tempestuous seas by jove
from wuthering heights hove
and immediately found me plummeting
slamming me mercilessly likened
to a crash test dummy into troughs
upon saturating me despite
wearing layers of clothing and armor,
including an arming doublet or gambeson
as an under-layer,
a mail hauberk or full plate armor,
and a cloth surcoat over the mail
to display mine coat of arms,
and protect the metal from the sun,
yet escutcheon coat of arms
bore the brunt of whiplashing
withstood the ceaseless bashing
now cue In Greek mythology,
Typhon (or Typhoeus)
the monstrous giant,
and the personification of violent storms
nonstop breaking fast
devastating onslaught of pounding
analogous to frenzied
bay city roller coaster fiend
uber towering, hash-tagging,
and similar to battering ram
videlicet pitting humungous
wall of water drove,
where tsunami swept me from above
spitting mine lovely bones
upon a deserted island.

To remedy a fate worse than death,
or orange hair oaf at date
of original date
crafting manuscript then becoming
forty seventh president,
or contracting one
of several viral diseases named pox
permeate heavy shut tight door
with numerous deadbolts
and sophisticated locks
and impossible mission to out fox
analogous to roach infestation,
who favor nesting within custom made
Roper men's shoes brand name Docks.

Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" ****** exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Das scribe's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned
in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe – cup
early this morning feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear hilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
**** suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!

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