Its Just Not Wonderland Cheryl Penn/Wolfgang Günther

Jim elbowed Jane

dear, I taste a tear

in my T

Sshhh

The jabberwocky sups.

Alice hands out papyrus

And quill

The mice wait.

The Queen of Spades

Digs

Into minds not her own

Seeking

She knows not what -

An Elusive

An Evanescent

An Ephemeral

A transitory moment

With which to complete her dinner.

Still there was sugar

left

& on the right

a piece of sad intelligent reasoning

crawled up, ended it's start & continued

what just had begun

 Jim elbowed Jane a gain

He said:

A tear is subjective and objective,

but the enticing thing about it:

it's relative...

She offers some sighs,

trying to keep the T away from

her eyes

and asks him out.

Later she:

What about the calories in my tears?

To what do they relate?

I could ask Epicurus I

Guess

But

The Queen of Spades has

her I on him

Whispered Jim.

Relative Subjectivity

And its branches of

assorted librettos

Twittered behind their fateful cards -

Didn’t Jim know 

that object of  adoration

was currently

not objectively

prostrate

at the feet

of the Queen of Hearts?

Today Epicurus

is running a mega ishop:

Physics, canonics, ethics –

the tears in between...

The unhappy

i-ing of

the benevolent,

even with face on soil -

jes, better 1 glass I than 2.

& beyond Is there IS

& will be

more to silence

than meets the ear.

The spading queen

was hung up AS she

cleared the muddy table.

& the papyrUS

stained with the sweetnESs

of Jane's tears

got lOSt.

PAPER

IS PATIENT.

The deep shallowness

of

simple-minded symbolism

(footnotes of pedestrians).

Still,

the illuminated nothing

is superior to everything

(ELSE)

& also the use

to which all ends are put

is usually

about the same

as dinner was over.

BUT BUT

whats for Pudding

came a squeak  from page twenty eight

Volume 3

Of

Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire.

The waitron attired in

One of Alice’s hand-me-downs

Muttered:

Calculus with Custard

Pythagorean with Prunes

Or

Euler’s Equation with Egg Ngoc.

Checking it out.

The

CUBITOMANIAC

repeats

the moments of collision...

hoping for bilinearity

in fairly good

APPROXIMATION.

Loosely untightened

& mincing the matter,

she said:

"Oh!"

& added

 "Jes!"

A freestyle

glucose measurement

of her lacrimal fluid...

1,  2! 1, 2!

& through & through

the vorpal blade

went snicker-snack!

"Too low to be sweet,

too high not to sweeten!"

The waitron

- meanwhile -

attended the etceteras.

Jack (of diamonds)

Was blown away

By the snort

Of a large

Truncated

Mamihlapinatapei.

Retrouvailles

Thought Jack Spratt

With Quirky delight -

This might not be too bad a

Vorpal Snicker Snack.

A timid KNOCK

From the swing door

Turned out 2 B

A Galumphing Back.

The ‘guests’ were

DE-lighted

Galumphing Backs being

Creatures so rare.

Putting it straight:

JACK, i.e. the GRETEL-less HANSEL,

proved himself able to master

the 1st half of

the mamihlapinatapei whole

(the 2nd half  being hold

& featured by JANE).

The candesartancilexetile

AiW-Syndrome

became evident,

WHEN they joined up

at the Shenanigan's

en Ciudad Quesada,

next to the Marquesa Golf Resort,

& beat their hearts.

The big bang is all social, a matter

of unconditional basic income.

The galumphing back,

a special type of gangoozler,

was trying to save his oxymorosity.

Eegghhmmm

Came a Big Bang -

1.25498 on the Richter Scale -

from the  5th corner

Of the 6th dimension

Of the 7^th battalion

Of Daresbury -

None other Caroll of Lewis himself.

If I could call

to order …

the response

was instant

chicken mayonnaise on rye!

mince on toast!

vegan gangoozler stew!

Silence descended after this last remark

OFF WITH HIS HEAD

yelled the Queen of Hearts

moron-no-oxy screamed snarky Jane

under her breath.

Yes, at intervals ONE

encounters

a czech oozing "Hmmm!"

when looking  at

the electric brain capacity

of  Ghana ...

The everlasting Eegghhmmm,

so often forgotten lately.

It's among the eternal FAQs.

& appears in spotting lyrics

of the 6^th dimension –

pure thought.

(after combing the eeg

with all that semiautomatic

shit they use to use these days).

Enigmatically Ergophobic

Gogetter's Gentleness –

Heavy-duty Humane

Marketing

Mob Management.

Soul sister Judith

with a subtle energy shift (SES)

did it again:

ALICE & ALAS -

moments of an

intrinsic  female

collision  operator (IFCO)...

Alas Alice

I am Awash in

A sea of Semiotics

Bombarded by

Saussure-ian linguini.

The waitron freed at last

From the clutches of etcetera’s

attended the late rabbit

clutching a time piece.

Is that a clock/dog/pipe?? -

(rude interruption by an

unrecognizable THING)

O GIVE IT UP -

“in a language state

everything

is based on relations”!

Lessness... Shiplessness...

Relation-shiplessness,

a  protolessness.

Reduce, reuse, recycle.

1^st.  Our TONGUE .

Catharsis!

Not only relaxation.

The fairy tale of a fairy tale?

Don't move it! Forget it!

No noodles...

2^nd.  Our BRAIN. Same thing.

Don't move it! Forget it!

No boodles...

The same applies

to the pelvic base

& some aspects  of the

BEACHWOOD MANGROVES.

& no macbethian sleepkilling!

Fufosot?

Purgation & pupation

at the mere sight of

the upper bordure

of the the waitron's apron.

Yet another rrrrrrrring toneeee!

They are serving burgers.

Saussure:

"All tongues back to work!"

Did someone call

Muttered Macbeth

I only came for a free lunch!

Such babble,

Such baubles of

Blistering complexity

Dare electrons fake

Giant Holes? 

Pierce postulated

In a pedantic

Positronic tone

Moon drops on Roses

And whiskers on kittens

These are a few of my favorite…

Ooooo my head my head

And Macbeth fell down dead.

The paramedic weird

sister dismounted

the high dynamic range

of the ambulance.

"Abra-kadroxee!

The hand is

the tool of the soul!

Abra-kadropsee!

Arise & walk!"

Macbeth got back

into the normality

of his uncertain future.

Lady M. sent for Jane,

who was still busy drying

this tear drop on her pillow.

"By Jingo,

we will go out then

for a glass of lunch!

& enjoy the kingsome

wonderweather..."

says M. & grabs hold of

Jane's right arm.

Dr Strange looked at

Macbeth reclining on his

Pristine couch

So you were planning on stealing…

I TOLD  YOU

THE VORPAL SWORD

biting his liverish tongue

Strange transcribed on his papyrus desk

classic Spinoza -

fear/hatred/anger/Alice-ian Contempt

Paper windmills burn at dawn.

Thane of Glamis

praying Mantis

dismantled -

his own uncertain future

beckoned

from the back window

of a flying ant.

The curtain fell

& the dinner was sorry.

Emerges

SlipPERy ethics

of limitation –

declaring:

"Instead for whatnots

we care for walnuts!"

& says Mad Hatter:

"Brains are head matter.

Saving the world l call

'Anesthetize them all!'"

(Best before rising seas.)

& disappeared

into the smaller print.

Bottoms up,

fairy queens and kings!

now

and then

behind the stage

the actors were a-flutter -

deduction deception

did I shine?

cartesian supposition

philosophical reduction

a tsunami swept in.

the smaller print

hunkered down,

awaiting Aristotle’s material cause.

A Plato  of Forms

passed around - one only please

for those

in existential hypostasis.

tsunami

@

gewgaw

in both hands

plastic bags

of  "gourmet"-type

again

right in the middle

of the Pacific

ho WE + all our causes

getting into

"IT I HIT"

as far as

WE know water

@

well due to co2

(on all our sensors)

@

ankle-high

with golf balls

on the ground

@

soft stuff

floating deductions

cartesian challenges

from bar to kitchen

@

WE told "HIM"

there's too much

gewgaw

jabberwock  thinking

on the pillars

pillars palisades pickets

the world totters on

pivotal stakes 

piloting disaster

the quiver oscillates

catastrophic cataclysmic

cycles.

No Water Wasteland -

would you like some

cryogenic hypostatic

with your Armageddon?

His awesome pivotal stake

didn't render assistance

to ÖTZI

when he suffered

cryogenic eschatology:

Turning free men

into risk patients.

High up below zero.

A failure of 

postprandial thermogenesis.

Nowaday's Ötzis

believe in their

lacquered bull terriers,

their driver's licence

& their holy right of way.

Paracinquainic speak:

Culture!

Ideal & material...

Done deeds doing deeds to the done.

Gender birdies at black holes...

Best practices!

Alice placed

A gloomy hand in her pocket

of Extincts 

wondering if

Bubal Hartebeest would appear

Sometime after 1923 -

nothing crawled from the cultural abyss.

Quagga on her left said

Let Him Be.

The Wasteland (a year prior)

making it 1922

intoned to Chopin

the burial chant of the dead.

Ab aeterno

man at random?

Cute quaggas

taking care of the nation...

Holdyourtongue, said the Queen,

turning purple.

Iwon't, said Alice.

& Einstein on bees -

Shared with mankind,

charged with popular murder,

going the way of the dodo bird.

Call free: Ex for sure -

0800-6352200 now...

Science IS/AS

a faith based belief.

Yes: 1 Khuma for

every reporter of Sky News.

& futterwacks in the wasteland.

The car is certain,

the hour not.

Ad finem...