Frenemies

Frenemies

It's her but, me, and my,
That always made me sigh,
And roll my eyes.
When she interjected,
Scoffed as she rejected,
The time was ripe,
As she directed,
For chance to reply.

It's the yous, don'ts, and dos,
That keeps the common glues,
From setting up.
And yet she'll carry on,
With hand-picked hangers-on,
All in a line.
Yet when bleats are gone,
She becomes my muse.

Armadillo In The Sun

Armadillo In The Sun

It's the lost art,
Of the comment,
It's the unfathomed mention,
The notion that should be done.
It's the context,
That only serves itself,
It's the barking dog,
That becomes,
The armadillo in the sun.

The Resonant Failure

The Resonant Failure

When you fail,
Your expectations are shattered,
You find yourself alone,
And your mirror is splattered.
When you fail,
The forgotten becomes tactile,
The face you cannot feel,
The beard is prickly,
At least for a while,.
Yet that is but consequence,
Of the resonance,
Of the failure which you find,
It's all relative,
But never tentative,
And another seems close behind.

Out of Context

Out of Context

One dimension, two dimension,
Three dimensions more,
Inserting out of context,
Produces such a bore,
It's not greater,
This inflator,
That you've constructed there,
It's nfantile,
This fallacious bile,
Is rotten to the core.

To engage semantics is pedantic,
Ostentatious at the most,
Within the scope,
There's always hope,
That you may be the toast,
And should you gather,
To research rather,
Not deny for chance to boast,
To construct the lie,
For reply,
Is nothing more than agarose¹.

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 1. A substance made from agar used to break things down into their base constituents
     by filtering specific elements from another or others.


Invino Veritas
4/1/13
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Gibberish

Gibberish

Disregard my hole,
My vaccum,
Pay no mind,
To my ignorance,
Bestow upon me,
A gift that's tranquil,
Bearing no burden,
Or consequence.

Don't you dare give me,
My mem'ries,
No daydreams,
Nor any thoughts,
No compulsions,
Nor elitist tenets,
No baggage,
That I may be fraught.

Don't give me pressure,
Nor covenant,
Don't turn the corner,
And open my eyes,
Don't you dare give me,
Pause nor direction, sis,
Just give me regard,
And keep the surprise.

Zero

Zero

It is my irony I should go,
To the bar,
To find reason not to go,
To the bar.
And perhaps it's paradox,
That I should think,
To drink to think,
About those things,
That make me drink.
And perhaps the sum,
Is zero,
Because that is,
What I've become.


Invino Veritas
3/16/13
EOF

One Two Potato Blue

One Two Potato Blue

One, two, potato, blue!
"Five, six!", say the pricks,
"Deflect and dissuade,
Repeat old tricks;
That's the fix.", say the pricks,
"For God forbade,
In his plan outlaid,
All things new."
Well, to Hell with you:
One, two, potato, blue.


Invino Veritas
3/13/13
EOF