Is procrastination a viable destiny
alternately bawling in fear of go
then missing out on everything after seldom
prediction cycle's what-ifs fail as fantasy
in their doing then they are
kinda like if squatter-on-log
perched to share agog
assembles script parchment and zig-zaggery
stuffing pockets aching to be relieved
as it were: I didn't do it, did I?
What I came to be all about then
doing the ripped freed template
a light-year length of deploying
is what is (or was it, is?) necessary-just I be stammering
help me out her mind is will speak for her
recalled transistor still managed to broadcast
razzle-dazzle irony Velcro unzipping
sequence of creative delivery resolved to arrive
at least this far in timeline trusted to accord heathen glory
stowed currently away from binary
absent from the dominating starry
messenger that be dot matrix printouts
of observation circled and highlited and surrounded by
five-points - astronomers' data beknighted
mystery, fallacy, or misrecording
either way it's free as are
lightning rods. I fully expect to be returning fantastically
working merchandise to George's Star along with all the other shit
pouring out my slackened, yellow, jonesing maw
and recognise ferried behind conspicuously-
near and extra-menacing people-less craft, scarred from
inferno of waves flooring buds unindestructible
Captain and all the others terrified of death
- and not life, but living - went down with her
all except these velvet shimmering pomegranate seeds unnecessarily
crystals of pure cane juice my wife as current
clutching mama be lima bean y'all come join
my celibate craft scoured and singed by bile acids
someday I'll treat all humanity to thanksgiving
in my anal cavity, escorting assassin who done did it,
one who didn't did it, and also one other - some fag dressed like me.
