King of No Meaning
1
He who believes that no one panics,
that jargon let out is paltry, is a politician.
He, innominate, has MBs and GIGs of unwatched ecstasies,
ejaculates, mother peniled on a mouth.
He whose talent is mania pays prayer a due.
He the dictator resolute in command, charters a new land:
a woman. I see a white man ignore a kid behind the glass
wall, or a man who sees nothing
On his left because he might be a straightist.
2
Words for citizen traumatized by luck. Synagogue heroes,
mirror image of mouths. A man makes an assignment while
selling cigarette butts, arcane JPGs of suicidal Egyptian kings,
cow lung, a registry of lies translated by a Spanish midget,
tutorials on how to make halos for saints.
3
You are teller of conceit, but dine in yourself you cannot
I help in your reach, movement in your trial, steps to knowing none
I am humbled by how you seat and make shadow lighten and try as you go
Your face that of a majestic welcome, face that binds chemicals, confuse moods
tailor submissions, and fail the heart. That you said which will happen not, that you are not here,
that you should in the hand of a trained enemy makes me borne you a child
4
In the jeepney to the kingdom, there are two holders of light,
two carriers of air, a woman with silvered scabbard, and the blind
scribe. They're all sitting, and treating each other's space
as distance between levity and scorn and into the night, they
guard the city's landscape, awaiting a moon to tell them a truth.
5
A man reading a text in the streets, crying. Mother keeps
a spider for her kids to play.
6
In heaven the couple I see in front will kneel down
and every Friday will propose to each other in turns.
7
I program germs that launder nations, tailor uniforms for rapists, defend arguments of the homeless, hear you not one bit talk about your father's repose. A guard in the museum walks to his post with noodles on his right arm that hides the view of a Koi struggling for freedom but only to land in the second tier of the pool.
8
Fields of mental attitued, the sorrow brought by hollow bee. Measures made for coffins unto itself form a card. An imagined reason, a liaison officer of God. This knows no past fury, this right here whirlwinds unto itself. I am right in full detail. I am culled by day.
9
I don't care if you don't date me. I'm already sleeping with God.
Jesus of a strategy, humming for a sin, humming for a cause. Manager of a manger
is no wiser than a thief. Failure cons the mean.
10
Need to text to other networks but zero balance? Don't forget with SOS (insert your part here)
He who believes that no one panics,
that jargon let out is paltry, is a politician.
He, innominate, has MBs and GIGs of unwatched ecstasies,
ejaculates, mother peniled on a mouth.
He whose talent is mania pays prayer a due.
He the dictator resolute in command, charters a new land:
a woman. I see a white man ignore a kid behind the glass
wall, or a man who sees nothing
On his left because he might be a straightist.
2
Words for citizen traumatized by luck. Synagogue heroes,
mirror image of mouths. A man makes an assignment while
selling cigarette butts, arcane JPGs of suicidal Egyptian kings,
cow lung, a registry of lies translated by a Spanish midget,
tutorials on how to make halos for saints.
3
You are teller of conceit, but dine in yourself you cannot
I help in your reach, movement in your trial, steps to knowing none
I am humbled by how you seat and make shadow lighten and try as you go
Your face that of a majestic welcome, face that binds chemicals, confuse moods
tailor submissions, and fail the heart. That you said which will happen not, that you are not here,
that you should in the hand of a trained enemy makes me borne you a child
4
In the jeepney to the kingdom, there are two holders of light,
two carriers of air, a woman with silvered scabbard, and the blind
scribe. They're all sitting, and treating each other's space
as distance between levity and scorn and into the night, they
guard the city's landscape, awaiting a moon to tell them a truth.
5
A man reading a text in the streets, crying. Mother keeps
a spider for her kids to play.
6
In heaven the couple I see in front will kneel down
and every Friday will propose to each other in turns.
7
I program germs that launder nations, tailor uniforms for rapists, defend arguments of the homeless, hear you not one bit talk about your father's repose. A guard in the museum walks to his post with noodles on his right arm that hides the view of a Koi struggling for freedom but only to land in the second tier of the pool.
8
Fields of mental attitued, the sorrow brought by hollow bee. Measures made for coffins unto itself form a card. An imagined reason, a liaison officer of God. This knows no past fury, this right here whirlwinds unto itself. I am right in full detail. I am culled by day.
9
I don't care if you don't date me. I'm already sleeping with God.
Jesus of a strategy, humming for a sin, humming for a cause. Manager of a manger
is no wiser than a thief. Failure cons the mean.
10
Need to text to other networks but zero balance? Don't forget with SOS (insert your part here)
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