Friday, June 12, 2009

For those who see only lack of meaning

Of the three poems submitted this was the one i thought the best. My affection could be because the poem has some mock lisp (a programming language) in it, so what is there not to like.





The Argument
What we cannot speak of we must pass over in silence.
Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus.

I
Breathless grunts and bedspringed groans of desire.
Infant babble drool crafting the alien.
Technically sweet perversions of precision.
Alive ghetto nuance of generations.
Tangled reused active spaghetti goto.
Mad man made jumbles of mad made up playstations.
Vast creole sprawling pidgin archipelago.
Tearshaped confusion of demented fire.

II
Argot languages cant jargon misery,
These are a few of my favourite things.

III
NOT
Mocking bitch of a god spelled backwards is Dog.


(defun Envoi
(if (> love hate)
(Non dulce et non decorum est)
(GENESIS 11:6))
)

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