Lefton's Manual Of Garnished Jewels Pt. 2

by jaydee - Taurus




   Guilford was creating
   a theory on creation
   in the rushing sound of passing traffic.
   a licking mound of
   syrup ran divergently northward.
so many different states
of modification probabilities that the generalization of winter in Grand Rapids
became a frozen smile that you wore in the picture Jeffery took.
 
   the only way we seem to learn is through
   repetition and gossip.
   during an elaborative rehearsal of the
   spectacular that started in three days,
Terri had a breakdown and stormed off
stage right.
they found her forty-eight hours later, hanging in
her loft.
   there was a fundamental error in their 
   attribution.
   the funeral was a pre-show to an orgy.
her uncle Binet came dressed as her father. 
Aunt Stanford wore a strap-on 
lacquered with sand.

i needed my cognitive skills to complete
a task never meant for human hands.
the procedures betrayed my perceptions,
   yet in the lapse of pages that followed me,
i found the animal of my internal disposition 
waiting quietly in the farthest rooms, lingering with
a curiosity that could have enamored it for centuries.





Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2006-02-10 07:35:10
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:58
Poem ID: 71188

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