More impromptu poems, done and undone

Investigation in the truest form is intuitive estimation—Wherein

Declaratives are inductive follies—By golly!— Appeal to definition—

Fie, how thou art stand!—Which side detective?

Consist resist guestimate or jump ship—Choose either all—Be.

Stand ground. Persist. Live on and prosper…Listen…your sight, it sees.

Everything is and all is a thing. Me

You, the solipsist. the Monarchy; it’s all real and the real is fiction.

Souls are dust and matter masks us.—Appealing to diction—

Therein, beyond, blind eye sees slight directive.

Fakeness lives in the leaves on the lifeless

Street. It’s calm and cold but the coldness weighs

Down, and the first snow falls, the grounds compress

For some odd forever, till winter strays.

Rake-less lives are...

As the fly there who looks upon you all,

'Fore a swat left a leg up on the wall,

The strong bodes fall hardest while the weakest

Stall, still sticking around for breakfast...

Before breathing for the light at the end

Of the hall, where would be new-found a den.

Demesne as addendum and resplendent

As clinamen reroutes the old ground's ten'ment.

Eminent as another door opens

And rem'niscent at best as from a pest

Incarnate to lifelessness whose poor soul lends

It's bode to a state of eternal rest.

Thus if bliss initiates--more or less--

Then consider this poem of lore's int'rest.

Alone in the void bodes a roaming voice

Echoing being, god's imposing choice

Of life or darkness, canonical light

Encroaching lilac anon, call on sight.

It approaches. Images falls shorts of truth

Because a poem itself is flaw of its proof.

Composition is dyslexically

Solved ere vision empirically

Sets forth materia poetica to deduce

From earth into art, aesthetica rooms in use

To fill until one more door manifests,

Which ends too soon so go pre-plan the rest

That, in aggregate, shall perhaps continue

Into a foreign land from One to venue to...

To deduce the ending to ellipsis

Is to remove anxious expectation.

To reduce the story to its thesis

Is to assume poiesis implantation.

Adieu to you, my audience, spellbound

Under the umbrellas incantation,

Merry and betrothed and lost and new-found.

Patriot of, so-called, labyrinth's nation.

Chao, my meandering trespasser whose

Now crossed over, the Uruguatian Styx

Of flowing thickets you choose to peruse, 

The Palate of sol'd thoughts seeming antics.

Which in tiem or no convince a return

Undone, from none, is dusty as an urn.

Diambic Pent-half-meter

Y'all think Im'ma try

To compose some kind

Of lewd diatribe

Shrewd and unkind

Though unnecessary

For medicinal,

Apothecary

Platitude and all

That jazz, musical

As that blue sun, sol

To Spanish tragics

Whose azul-less tricks

Peruse through no use

Till afterwards' truth...