Saturday, November 22, 2008

To those who see only a lack of meaning

What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence

the grunts and creaked groans of desire
infant bablement grasping towards language
mad made mad up jumbles of the child's play
the disconcerting confusion of dementia
vast creole sprawling archipelago of pidgin
alive with the ghetto nuance
sweet confusions of precision

cant argot patois slang
language of misery

all of this and more
are a few of my favourite things

(anything in fact but god
(that fat bitch of a dog spelled backwards))

non dulce et non decorum est
GENESIS 11:6

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