I know it was wankery,
but I should be forgiven,
at least once. . . this time 'round. . .
No strategic citation,
or site,
or sediment to conjure up...
but...
sedimental (not sentimental) citation of excitement...
Excrement is an excited citation of previous
engagements with nourishment.
Nourished: nouns to nibble.
Nimble: thumbs & thimble...tumble in the
mud.
Muddy: Ruddy PEI potato-blood-soil, near beaches...
Sand: and you guessed it: Sandy beach-towelette (wet-nap time in
wet sand).
Glasses: sun glasses, strike the sand (you made your
sun glasses out of the sand, sand made your glass-eye,
your water-glass, your eye-glasses... [glass-eye eye-glasses?]
From here: hear on out, hear me, hear me out, out of it...
"She was right out of it" - Perhaps, but so was He.
Herald (Herold?) - Trumpets rusty and dusty.
Hear no trumpet, here no beaches, hear no heralds,
Here no glasses, no toasting to the event,
no events,
no muddy souls,
no nourishment (satisfaction is nil).
"Just move around, move around, move around...
I hope that you die in a decent pair of shoes, you got a lotta
long walkin' to do, where you're going to..."
[Song: Idiot Heart / Sunset Rubdown / Album: Dragonslayer (2009) /
2:05 AM - April 25 / 2009 / Chatham, NB / (((D))) / ?!8.
but I should be forgiven,
at least once. . . this time 'round. . .
No strategic citation,
or site,
or sediment to conjure up...
but...
sedimental (not sentimental) citation of excitement...
Excrement is an excited citation of previous
engagements with nourishment.
Nourished: nouns to nibble.
Nimble: thumbs & thimble...tumble in the
mud.
Muddy: Ruddy PEI potato-blood-soil, near beaches...
Sand: and you guessed it: Sandy beach-towelette (wet-nap time in
wet sand).
Glasses: sun glasses, strike the sand (you made your
sun glasses out of the sand, sand made your glass-eye,
your water-glass, your eye-glasses... [glass-eye eye-glasses?]
From here: hear on out, hear me, hear me out, out of it...
"She was right out of it" - Perhaps, but so was He.
Herald (Herold?) - Trumpets rusty and dusty.
Hear no trumpet, here no beaches, hear no heralds,
Here no glasses, no toasting to the event,
no events,
no muddy souls,
no nourishment (satisfaction is nil).
"Just move around, move around, move around...
I hope that you die in a decent pair of shoes, you got a lotta
long walkin' to do, where you're going to..."
[Song: Idiot Heart / Sunset Rubdown / Album: Dragonslayer (2009) /
2:05 AM - April 25 / 2009 / Chatham, NB / (((D))) / ?!8.
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