- DISIDERATA, REDUX (Cogniti-Cognot) -

[HaroHalola]

Perhaps if Time is
fleeting, Their watchbands are too
snug; and if the Fleet

is Flying, We've then
Memorialed the Forces
of Air & Water!

Me, I like things of
Glass, and a glimpse of bra. "I
won't sleep with you." "Sleep'

ll have little to
do with It!" "O?" "O, O, yes."
Frayed, natant Words, sans

borders, like Rorschachs',
Morlde` of Tattoo, shoelaces
ayanked & snapped

like mylar ribbroads
of unspooled cassettes... Wordkills! Me,

I like redheads not
Deadheads... Oh, Gildedrita,
sobriqilda! The

Cold Eye in the Sky
took you(s) too soon, to a
Wilderest place of

Insane Bodies and
Fertile Minds!? A flatterfest
disjunkted from the

Unfertile, Insane
Minds & Fertile Bodies' zoa
& roe; row, row yer

bloat disingently
down the Rhone, er Rhine (Hold It!
The phone)... Anheuser's

been OutBusched! And why's
One bleed, er need that Coca-
Cola? Let's ask Ed

(that's Mr. Ed, Clyde!
He'll be coming to Budlush
Clearing his own House!

"...Will Announce For Rent!")
And for the shortwaste & paste-
faced, surcharged Shopping-

carts: No Groceries?
$5, Please. (Check It Out!)
We're HD (HG?)

MissedManagement, a
menage of tricamerals'
("They're milder...!") oppour-

outoftunists, duh!
Diagonally-parked in
a paralled U-

Niverse! Me, I like
pouring Rain & things to Glass,
Pinot Grudgio

'cept, no Spectacles!
There's nice everywhere, but We
All come to DeadEnd.

H.e.m.
7.15.MMviii.
(Amor-Amoris-Amare)

[mnaz]

I was shocked the other day,
when some scien-tisst told me that glass is a liquid.