So here you see
Me
No differently
A homeless junkie

From
Some scum
Seeking a slum
To become

A novitiate
Put food on a plate
Graduate
Clear the slate

Evolve
Your resolve
Dissolve
Lack of love

Why gaze West

You dallied in Dover

Gay Headedly distressed

White cliffs

Span an ocean

Revolutionary tiffs

Aquinnah  

Knew North East

Yet shared their feast

Gosh

He broke

His appointment

Ginger

Don’t get so

Steamingly close

We

Were here

First

The stars
And birds
Ride them like cars
Without words

But their blems
Know birth
Beyond problems
Of any girth

Shoreside
Or up the hill
All fauna slide
Just for the thrill

They are bars
Fed by turds
Towards
Dominance lacking words

Time is a crime
Where every clock
Will climb
To some top rock

And ring
In a cadence
Pretend to sing
Reality so dense

Only a human
Can hear
But the greater plan
Will tear

The watch
Off the wrist
Of Sasquatch
And insist

That time
Is an artifact
Fosterer of crime
A human fact

Which holds veracity
Among those
Accepting tragedy
When eternal doors close

Information is rife
And timeless 
Known cause of life
Found in each caress

The saddest part of verse
Reliance on language
Forces poets terse
A need to temporarily engage

With timing
A phony beat
Against living
Ultimate timeless retreat

But so much information
A bard must squash
Via muted intonation
As compacted temporal trash

Random information
Sweetens linguistically
Verbal versification
Of polyglot humanity

A pachyderm

Glances around

Willing to squirm

Sans sound

No ivory

Nor tubular snout

But auditory

To all about

With eyes

In a strange place

It tries

To replace

Sound

With hue

And resound

Forgetful too

Should a wolf

Or an eagle 

Need nasal relief

Respitorially inequal

For one

There’s a beak

Just for fun

The other might speak

Nasally

But sniffing

Usually

Unlike high piping

During a sweep

There’s the smell

Over a heap

Both know so well

So the nose 

And the eye

Neither oppose

Light, odor from the sky

You were the cure
But abandoned 
Me pure
So I secured
A lure
Out fished
The manure
Which piled
On your floor

My mind though
Strolled
About the goo
Which piled
To all who
Were beguiled
Through and through
And got infected
I still love you

The kashanka
Is a noisy place
Will make ya
Hide your face

Yet it’s started 
Well over there
The departed
Were well aware

Fostered a noise
No more a taste
Which with you cloys
Not in haste

So carnivores
Mix smell and sound
Hiding savage sores
Let kishkes resound