letters..
how many letters? 26.
well he should rearrange them as to not sound redundant
and dont forget the occasional @#$% for cursing during text.
now in his head there are many gears rusty but funtional they meter out the letters
and create words that may even form a structure from time to time.
iron oxide filled metallic brown bullfrogs line up along the inside of his head.
synonymous with repetative lauguage but they prove to be
good fishermen with poles made of wrenches
and lines anchored with decayed
bolts and strange adverbs.
sometimes the rust flakes off his toungue and
you can almost hear @#$% this not again.
but he is steadied by a cup of folgers dry
roast in a white styrofoam cup.
he is comforted by the fact that the world has
coffee filled styrofoam cups.
this world cannot get by on mere
loaves and fishes he thinks...
now the lines have become to heavy and
grandiose they are ready to....
snap..
fall apart...
come undone...
perhaps the malaria has set in again he got it from a metallic
mosquito with the head of a syringe in juarez new mexico.
in his delerium..
beside his delerium..
underneath his delerium...
he deconstructs ancient alphabets..
english..
greek...
aramaic...
phoenician ....
cuniform... UnTil.. aLL.. T.hat..' is.. le, ft..is H&ro6lyphics^^.
he feels it is enough for now and grabs the spray bottle...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem