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The Evolution of Sentimentality

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triumphant music returns to my conch ear
and respells frog tricks and moon-riders all across the sky
to here and from yesterday i sent thee
spindling a silken forgotten rust
hung from the sill for days immemorial,
waiting for soon soon soon sooner soonest
procrastinate moments
move up into hours
seep down into days nights mornings
with nothing but regret for breakfast
i hungered at the side of a martyr and for shame
i only got the whole turkey shot shot shot
down for thankfulness of the mother states of earthica
she forages for patriotism and rich deposits
of fossilized philosophers
feels like swinging precariously from tree branches
and that is the farthest from freedom
that is the will of gravity pulling you centrifugally
making airplanes of your knee-caps
goading them to bust apart
killing 199 was it? in a train in spain
i'm sure it's near the plains
darwin had his feast rolled over in theory gagged a hyena
he forgot that sentimentality doesn't evolve.
 
i'm really stoned right now and it was a treat to read this other-worldly attack-with-wordplay.
 
I love the imagery in this piece. Different from other pieces yet the same. I love the way you use words and the words themselves. It has aanother worldly type vibe to it which recieves much props from myself. Great reading for stonera and the like.
 
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