as if words

[sweetwater]

like a storm that has no sea
in the middle of rambling man's ascent
into the descending rain now snow
the weather becomes an abstruse
article of ancient angling antics of a mild
grey sky becominglessness and being

wording the wordless absudities of my rising
in the east like a sun without a moon

snow in april much like literature and the fooling
bardasian coast of mosquitoes moving migrant
mayspeak masking marvellous marmellows

and yamtrucks yanking at the finish line like
a bit and byte of an archaic architecture
remodelled after the crisis of hufauity
into a densely populated mid size condominiums

where lego gals and women sargeants
fraus of of the concubine general square

leaping into an oblivion of grand gargantuan googles
of slirping search engines

this day i am internally removed from the edict of poetry
and philosophy

the tribal rain forest of my congested
traffic sinuses seeping into saliant sordid songs
about slipping into something more comfortable

like an the accroutements of trout fishing
and bronze statues emblazoned on emblems
flags of disconcerting elegance and electrifying
endings of nightly proposals to exasperate the
etchings of ergo

the god of a busy body economy

web sites and other nettings nurfing nuances
of nestled nincompoops nether not to knot
the cresting waves of a sunny day

and sand between my toes

a usb mouse has gone wifi into the peachings
of a touchscreen
movies falling from the sky like hail
in the commercial of oneself
and what is to become of the electric car ego

freightliners in fortunes cargo of gold and diamonds
silver the sunrise this day of decant canting
emmanuelizing the age of reason and becominglessness

rotisseries of barbecued mimesis
the mimetic plum of attorneys and saints
astronauts and almonds allegorizing
the altogether mystery of making love
into a lemon merangue pie

food the last fortress to conquer
in the discovery of a synthetic composition
as a natural restoration of obtuse
obfuscation draining the wine from the barrels
of white oak and whispers relating the tired
signings of paycheques to oneself

singing in the politicization of a rolexor rant
basking in the summery soft silt and silence
as if the waiting was part of the penchant
for stories without plots

paragraphs unveil ubiquitous undertakings
secrecy serves the seeking salacious sage
abruptly awakened by the sound of a vacuum cleaner

wiping from these eyes an evening everest and eels of
lightly baked potatoes and favourite spices like
cardamom and coriander creeping into the scent

a waged withering of miniscule mini vans
carting away the a la carte of cream and mushroom soaked
chicken breasts

tarragon theatrics in the mulching meadow of make believe
wild with the excitement of false beliefs

mimetic moons and mornings without a cup of tea
and leaves that dry in the baking microwaverously
diluted molecule

mixing bakery with cinematic cheese sandwiches
eggs and toast and chips of anglesee anchovies
and angivines vining the glory of a bordeaux

centuries of cadence created the muse of a merlot morning
champagne in whiskey glasses

whiskey in a wine glass and exceedingly large bottles of beer
and octoberfest in april

picnic tables of hair dye and dreaming draculas and dirge
singing the weathered warriors of words and wisping
away the moments that make up a dull day

as if pink married floyd and zeppelins floated across
the sky of lake constance creating the warm ripples
of a soft caress upon your breasts

and a memory that is recreated in the reflection
of pressing myself closer to you

though these krazy wind words whistled wayward
in the awk of awkward proposals and pedals of flowers
feeling the shapes of shapely things

kissing your lips seems the only thing worth remembering
as if words themselves were only the pretext
to the becominglessness of youme