Tonight,after you dine on this poem
You can sleep with your eyes shut in the
Delicious certainty of devouring the power of
words in a new way. This is a new formula
reading with your ears. Call it braille by sound.
It is the foundation that fortifies the poet
Against loneliness and sail you through empty
Blackness to the very bottom of night
Raising sight to a level as yet unknown.
The desired conclusion is a perfected sense
The length of infinity, enabling you to resurrect
All the junk and amplified shit that has clouded
The windows of your eyes for years, the shapeless
Helpless images trading a ready-made poetry
Attempting to restore lost verbs, useless
Adjectives, nouns and other props plaigerized
And culled at random from archaic poetry books
In public libraries that has cleaned you out clean out of
Originality.You now need to educate your ears
And assassinate the shrieking whore inside wearing
Suicide as a crown on he head in the shape
Of a toilet bowl. From this moment one,try to glaze
Your tongue with wholesome words of your own
An remember, god is immeasurable distance and
You an unknowable self, the world needs no more
Words nor explanatiions from fucked-up politicions
Drug-struck poets and pop artists ploughing the air-waves
With musical notes that makes no sense.
And shrinks distance to unbearable bedlam.
Enjoy!
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