orange stand

because
it looks less splendid
when it's not on a pedestal

huffing and puffing

nobody lost count

of the drops that fell

from the sun-beat brows

of these fanatic laborers

each excruciating extrusion

leaching sweat from their

slimy red skin so hot

that without reason or discourse

their cells sacrificed

those resplendent reserves

(yes, it’s just water, Thales)

he wasn’t half-wrong

and before you enraged

scientists slide back your

chairs and huff and puff

just remember tomorrow

you precious raging bannerguards

for team anti-entropy

that there is a reason

why nobody lost count.

nobody is keeping count

so stop frowning at me

and go make those sweaty

fucks some lemonade.

the possibility of discord

a candidly leather-bound
tome of lunacy
mostly empty

a man accordingly mad

blindly traversing

pious pathways

a divine shield stands guard for
egoless corpses
facepalm no point

an alarming lack of fear

is running amok

unenlightened

a denial of the truth

stripping down reason

until naked

a curse on such wanton dress!

original thoughts

too frightening

a faint murmur of discord

is vitiating

our peaceful sleep

a ladder built on questions
left forgotten and
rather frigid.

99%

of you folk

it's like
talking to
play dough

left in the sun.

natural

is
to be
a lot more trusting than we are

so
they're not at fault
for believing what they believe
because everything has presented itself
to them
within that context
and so everything makes sense

according to their worlds
they speak the truth

even the kid
who chose to worship
thor
      because otherwise
he'd just be
wearily passing by

and from
south dakota.

the sun is the same in a relative way

)this has to be their best song(

i know

imagine if

we heard this when it came out

)yeah
thanks for trying(

well did the weed help

)yeah giggle yeah yeah it did(

i

i can't do anything but               hold you

and                                                remind you

that pink floyd

has already                                  reminded you
of                                                   everything you needed

and already knew

)jesus christ(

i know

you hear great gig

and it's like

THIShastobetheirbest
((song))

god woman

just keep screaming.

metapods

curse
our
developmental plasticity

curse
our
passionate craving for the truth

as
all words
crash silently

against
deaf girl's
window once the

bible [or whatever]
has hardened
[cursed] our

pretty
play dough
plebeians

[stuck
investigating
the title

unless
lucky enough
to be born in the nineties.]