You know the Words are working
When your Teeth taste like they’re bleeding,
The taste buds echo murky
Memories of when you needed
your heart Systematically,
bilge pump beating,
You forget what’s beneath your feet,
When seeing is believing,
The rhythm is misleading,
Yet oddly still relieving,
Dead head brain pan profilactics
subconscious taking up the slack
With all of the conceiving
Secretly achieving
Habits have been breeding
Cloning logic circuits
executed with our breathing
Ironically impeding
Progressively depleting
Undoing all your doings
although doing it descretely
Binding thoughts in white noise cages,
Soggy stoner of the sages,
Rationated, Compartmensated,
Haven’t tasted blood in ages,
Filling time by filling pages
Selfish Interruptus,
Reluctantlies Grease Monkey Wrench
Quarterback pounder
Tina turner,
Go fast learner
Contradict Clap on Tension spanner,
Engine light loomie Loo
Chariotable contribuitus
Hungry Hungry
Hippodrome
Hail the
lapdog circuitous,
Photo finish linus drag us
Ricky Ticking Lazy Magus
Hurry up and wait,
for something, anything to see to it
that there is something
That will make the spine Stand up straight
so I’m not too late to miss another chance to
Hurry up and wait,
Tables well discussed,
Confess in private to one’s self
that we must miss the rush
From moments such as these,
So rare are they in these long centuries,
The bilge water it was ran so red,
For that matter, The red ran rarely just as well,
Well wished, Free On missanthropic tourist
trap hi hat leg twitch foot tapping
Vacationing in such a Low-Key Lye Smith’s Hell…..
O’! Operator! Perchance to joke, perchance to pose
In a word, a wet dream in clean absurd ranting Prose!
What’s this?
Oh, no. A rubber hose? Dare I Venture guessing where that goes?
I won’t pretend to nose, but I may yet dare secretly suppose.
Scratch and sniff for clues,
Finding only distracting Noodle Ruse,
Dr. Jones,
Afraid of snakes,
He never looks down for sanity’s sakes,
The Lofty Emperor of May,
Or May not be he or so we Perhaps
Terms they stretch, and sometimes lapse,
While some names drop, and others catch,
Some yet snag, some brag, while others wine,
Some Forget, and Some remind,
Some somewhat, while others still,
Some Think, some Dare, Some Keep, Some Will,
Some wont, Some Give, some Don’t, Some Guess,
Some know, Some Do, Some Get, and Some can,
Some Could’ve, Some Should’ve, Some Didn’t, Some Forgot,
Who Knows, Who Endeavored, Who Squealed, and Who Stayed?
Who’s Who? Nevermind, I now remember, I forgot, that’s right.
Now who’s Left? What are we talking about?
What, where, waiter!
Don’t answer that,
I’ll just stop.
I’ll finish this later.
credits
from Knights of the Down Table,
released January 20, 2019
Featuring Dr. DominNo and The Sheriff of Charlston (Bofums Jones)
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