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 7th 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 6th 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.
1st. Our TONGUE .
Catharsis!
Not only relaxation.
The fairy tale of a fairy tale?
Don't move it! Forget it!
No noodles...
2nd. 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...
