SiR: the context is in the tone...
this train has that... a big... mEATy... ENGINE...
a 'fierce-throated beauty! ' and that can pull through
mordant trials, up tracks that contend sacred cast, and
...
Oh the moon in its invidious
state of affair as I grapple
with my slumber's adamant bee-
queathal, and, as it stings
...
I drove to the mall today,
the only place to buy
razor blades, and contended
with a heap of madness.
...
The Xmas clan,
a shrinking contingent
of Santa's friends,
contended for singular status,
...
Bizarre how canny the uncanny;
they paint their house white
but with black paint: irony...
flagrance for a heated fight!
...
Years a subject of deprivation's
vocation - talent to deny -
shall I speak of distant design
beyond this adamant 'NOW, ' where,
...
Pontificate stealthy and ''wise? ''
the words glossed with sweet style.
Stand in the light of a dark-world's
candle, alight at both ends.
...
And today again - my mean
Conviviality - How I show affection
With acrimony.
...
(hidden benediction)
Ostensibly gaunt,
the Northside harbor's surprise,
...
Many are flying south...
migration is suitable for many/
many engage due to/for money
riddles don't annoy and impunity
...
The voluptuous dance of a lady
can be seen at this site –
various steps:
jigs, twists, plentiful pirouettes
...
'hey? ' Hey, the plug of a nickel
wood (would) excell prosaic
moneys to extents beyond a
copper penny made of would too.
...
I've engaged my faculty,
pondered the art;
this raw reality
makes men smart?
...
Max? ? ?
Come on Max, you can't feign finesse
it concurs immutable rules, and ...
...
So ...
shifting with juncture demands
i'm checking for a loose shoe-lace
...
My Emily Dickson Encomium
SiR: the context is in the tone...
this train has that... a big... mEATy... ENGINE...
a 'fierce-throated beauty! ' and that can pull through
mordant trials, up tracks that contend sacred cast, and
with a string o' cars n' coaches, myriad in nature.
i...
i like to see it lap the miles
and lick the valleys up
and stop to feed itself at tanks,
and then - prodigious - step
around a pile of mountains,
and supercilious peer
in shanties, by the sides of roads.
And then, a quarry pare
to fit its ribs
and crawl between
complaining all the while
in horrid - hooting stanza -
then...
chase itself down hill
and neigheee like Boanerges.
And prompter than a Star
STOP! docile... omnipotent...
at it's own stable door.
THIS train is long - true - but
full of a mystical candy,
exclusive portions too sweet
to taste, for the negligible palates, o'...
mere... mortal... men....
._.