He was an eidetic
Though illiterate
Replete with rhetoric
Able to berate
With vision myopic

All print stood near
Well literally blind
He could only hear
His mind would wind
In an atmosphere

Where he’d remember
Unable to read
Alphabetic ambler
Of a creed
Most stammer

So ebooks
Saved his day
Elemental crooks
Letting him stay
With intellectual schnooks

Carving a tunnel
Rhapsodising
Time is a funnel
Nothing surprising

An arch rises
One collapses
No surprises
Just lapses

Untouchable
For bad grammar
Yet knowable
So far

As a joke 
Can travel
Under a yolk
To unravel

The way
To a tunnel's end
And play
Time’s endless trend

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