Gibberish

Let us express some inexpressible thought,
bursting through the unrhythms of words and silences!
Disastrously banal, these seconds,
as they tear across the earth-drawn curtains
bound to the de-energized root of
my agential deanatomy!

Pouring fine-billed audiences out of
velvet cushioned halls in that darkest era
of man. A croaking sigh that wanes into the unnoticing
beach fair, tearing at teapot-quivering anticipations,
and a butterflies warmth, as it flutters over
into the lungs of pneumonic breathed men.

What poorly caught drift tempered the bawdy eyelids
or the cusp smoked silverware tunes, or the yarns, unspinnable
in a neuronic knot, as it tugs and pulls, tugs and pulls.
Wowee, the purple king chokes with delight
at the hideous, horrendous sight. Well, someone
had to go, if not dragged and kicking,
then stabbed, and thrown off the windows,
for gravity to lend a windy embrace.

How quickly time rots!
Yesterday's giftwrap has been turned to waste!
Recycled souls still ponder over trashbins,
Full of stale smell. They
love the smell and taste of urine.
Like connoisseurs.