oh the doldrums of rational figuratism
nature verbalising itself in non-sequesters,
our hands remaining hands
no one doing anything but professional
breathing exercises whilst coming to grips
with the temporary phenomenon that is
temporary phenomenon.
measurably lost in the sorrowful permanence
of verse
perhaps it is all a grandiose premise,
some homosexual grad student stereotype
attempting to vanish under duress.
though,
I think it more a systemic gardening of
metaphors
redefined by a man with a
mediocre vocabulary and a love for
situational commerce.
Poetic Self Opinion will perhaps be an aside
well worthy of figuring into any equation
