I got lost
On the internet
Memory tossed
Can’t reflect

I see my name
Mixed with clowns
Unable to blame
Nor interject frowns

Yes it’s painless
Think of it
Lack of current stress
They still are shit

How can I divorce
These morons
And force
Them to blow flugelhorns?

T’were I to hang around
With Ezra Pound
There'd be a sound 
From an ancestral ground
Faded faces frowned
Fascist fighters resound
Forget this hound
Reject that mound
Of Pound you found
But art tis not bound
By politics that surround
Nor by evil crowned
It's not so profound
People are clowned
Earthly around
Culturally interwound
Easily drowned

Miracle of the flash
Name found in the stash
Whose sins could wash
Avoid tarnish

Could sprinkle
Avoid a wrinkle
Sate a dimple
It’s so simple

The woman cried
All eyed
But would decide
He did reside

In a space
He could face
No disgrace
A proper place

Once more
In a fabric store
No longer lost
Nor emotionally tossed

Down aisles
Viewing styles
Of cloth
Future food of moth

Erring is not
In the plot
But rather
I blather

Back on point
We must anoint
Wielder of shears
For she endears

Memories
And discoveries
Almost mystic
Woven in living fabric

Two visions
One serious
Another 
Smiling

Both died
Eventually
I cried
Selectively

Vision blurred
In dumont confusion
Never slurred
Eventual contusion

So I lied
Really
Died
Falsely

Laughing
With my mother
Delirious
From derisions

Yo, han
Your fingers
Could
Twitch a stitch

But the fabrics
Loom for a womb
Would itch
The basis

Become a musical
Oasis
In the future
No faces

With eyes
Should read
The disgraces
Nor heed

Harps and chords
Soft or strong
So many lords
To you belong

I dont know 
Who i am 
In my music
But its slow

A reincarnation
Un expected
Is brutally brash
No incantation

Can clean the street
Where mysounds 
And so indiscrete
Holy beauty resounds

But i am chased
Hence relax
In this placed erased
From toothy smacks

I just watered

The garden

But there’s

This fruit fly

Just circling my glass

And just a sec

The cat just started 

Licking water

From the fronds

Just what I thought

It is unjust

To consider

All of animalia

Different from

Each other 

Just because

We eat each other

And steal

Some wine

Flora just

Laughs at animals

They just overgrow

Our outgrown hives

Wine producing

Vines justify

Their existence

To those with 

Central nervous 

Systems, well 

Maybe just 

A few axons

As a way to

Justify

In their minds

Floral justice

the fruit fly
Approaching
The keyboard
And I chase

This bug
For what
Reason
Ain't a thug

I hope
It ate
A great
Lunch

Really
I munch
Just as little
But a hunch

Tells me
We are same
Spree
With no name

Perhaps it’s the drive
Repetitively intense
The desire to survive
In spite of contents

Which seem to escape
From a universal depth
A spectral face
Seemingly deep earth

In an obscurity
Of the absolute
Missing purity
But will confute

That depth
Which they believe
Is bereft
When up their sleeve

But they entice
Crashing all about
Slicing a slice
Unable to flout

What they hear
Between their ears
When they near
Neurological fears