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An Intimation to Technicality

Ryan Farrar

 

Do you remember the pearls,
Those eyes,

In the clouded cerebrum
Where ghostly neurons interchange?

Imp-ession

The lulling cataract
The weeping willows
The flimsy breeze

WWWWiiiisssssshhhhHHHH
WWWWiiiisssssshhhhHHHH

But,
Thus Spoke Zarahastura
Whose spire hands contused humanity(-ies)
‘s aorta,
(The heart
My dear, not the throat)
With gay sciences

                                                            In the rain
The last man’s palatable, nimble silk wrists curve woundingly
In a rebirth of wonder
And
7 Macaw, the flawed god,
Still speaks
Late at night, when the mountain’s groans
Implore the stirring of Blood
to frustrate Lethe’s
Undulating currents.
…Do run softly.

While the Postmodern automatons,
Who in the heart of Paul’s acquiesce
(And Jezebel’s digress),
Entreat the holidays

With a              kiss      and      a smile

Puckering up with complacent tales:   s*kiss*o* kiss*m*ass*a*ass*

So my porcelain brethren…
Rama,
Gilgamesh,
Jesus,
Lest the tempest sweeps us into Oblivion’s sweat,

May we remind the world that Quentin Tarantino is still alive?