What constitutes a shoe?

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ZeroDude

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What constitutes a shoe?

What constitutes a shoe?
The leather bound tongues of
inglorious pomp,
ambling midst the glades…

pugilistic caffeine panders
solely to the soul,
ergonomically agile,
bar the finest detail…

eye-lashed straps
entrenched in the name,
toiling syllabic misnomers,
shorn against the scornful
blood of erstwhile colonialism,
perpetually in memorandum…


brothers, are we not for bargaining?

leg locked alibis
graciously amused;
seeped sideways
upon the hour…
if not vivaciously yellowed…
partially true…
and or,
patiently negotiable…

brothers, are we
not for bargaining?

more so phrase…
institutionalised mediocrity…
the cycle unbroken …
the cathouse hosts
katyusha minds;
volatile yet effective…

brothers, are we
not for bargaining?

a quarter pound
of deaf ear sold…
draught droughts
and earrings;
without vowel or self asphyxiation…
presentation is
only half the battle;
inherent ostracism
precedes…

brothers, are we
not for bargaining?


silenced and postponed…

nylon pellets graced the mound;
malevolently leering;
coaxing the circumcised abattoirs
of the Gregorian chanteuse;
upon the hour…
upon the choral orifice…
silenced and postponed…


if every urinal spoke of sense;

if every urinal spoke of sense;
hark-shot nomadic whispers…
deflationary aspirations…
palatine teacups and conjunctive juntas…
would you forgo the inevitable...?


not in length

The puerile phallic
green grass hearth
cascaded down the walls…
licensed; parenthesis;
not in length
but in volume; parenthesis;
eye ploughed forlorn sows… laid upon the
; parenthesis; apologetic cloth; parenthesis;
of nylon cravats…
amnesty…


pinstriped cravats…

hold the laughter…
pinstriped cravats…
mascara wrought isotopes
parading mid summer…
anxiously celebrating
the erstwhile isolation
of luddite community…

simultaneously…

half masked islands
of self devotion seep endlessly…
unto the slight…
drop…
of untried blood…
nursing mere wounds…


The drummer who...

The drummer who
only plays on Wednesdays;
plays with purpose…
rhythmically dispersing
the pulmonary clutter
of the pig eared philanthropist;
the twaddle raddled paddle…
or the crescent topped cacophony…
neither either nor song…

the drummer who only plays
on Thursdays;
plays with porpoise…
the singular plural plectrum…
the aquatic harpooned bride…
annul… abrupt… annul…
annul… abrupt…

a week away from the day…
an hour’s hindsight…
the overly possessive
impressionistic ploy…
time… as in reason…
the arrogance of self…
the drummer who only
plays on Wednesdays;
plays with purpose…


The proliferation of Dadaistic negation; for those of a cynical slant…

Shallow lay the unerring
detail of ethical genocide;
aired unto the asphalt plateau;
graciously proselytising the poetic vespers
of sycophantic blue…
the fathers of arsenic and proverbial chastisement…
cynicism and lust;
passively harbouring distant neglect;
privy to oaken wrote hosts…


smitten with raincoats

Low and behold the hypothetical child…
smitten with raincoats and anorexic amber…
silently imbued with a spiritual vocation;
the pension led phonographs of silver split denial…
passively fathered by motherless harlots
… castrated by the wire…
low and behold the hypothetical child…


as quiet as he ever was

tightrope typography;
the arbitrary doyens of
fallacious complexion…
perpetually soaked
in gin perked rum…
inelegantly smeared
across glass bled eyes…
purely out of interest…

the bluish flaccid
moonlit regatta;
whistled and sold…
whistled and cleansed…
privy to atonal acronyms
and consummated progress…
as quiet as he ever was…
purely out of interest…


the cake shot afterthoughts of all that is left behind

The burlesque canvass of
aural decadence
lay cradled midst
hyphenated courtesy;
tentatively silhouetting
the ochre wrought emblems
of figurative hypocrisy;
sidling despair;

Humphrey Bogart is so often a euphemism
for unbridled premarital sexual intercourse…

Suffer our cultural relief…


to steal a farmyard animal

The beige-leaf spluttered phrase…
writ upon geld throat…
twelve forth rite sty, fallacious turn-bred stoat…
churl of punt incontinence,
cosmopolitan oat bloat broth, sleeved mist cyst capacities…
purplish ingrate cloths,

Flout the spout trout terraced house…
tabloid thyroid thymes,
spouse-bound widowed legalists…
robust… rotund,

Negate….


Aesthete

The smoke-ring smut roll slid
down his oaken face,
delicately doling graceless grit
upon his cervical lips,
he spoke;-
Lyrical sex… low brow aesthete,
slowly failing o’er
faecal basalt breaths…


for all garner murmur…

Lent spent pond
canonical odes…
graven fete bitter
burden led folds…
for all garner murmur…
… engraft ergo…
sentimental dentures;
sole garlic bred toads…


Windowsill

Windowsill pardons-
slit shard acrid bay, abhorring reason-
neathe’ mire middling
fray…

Pittance purveyors-
hark yarn tethered gout…
purling midst ever-
nier passé-pout
doubt…

yield son contraction-
dour frail tore regret…
woken bout afters,
vase
sundry intent.


Retinal Feast

Opulent iris… twined round
snide tweed wires,
envying fettle,
dictum-deed devoured,
lethargically solemn…
hour blest midst
pure yeast,
swill billed and shrill…
until due nay least.


twenty four hours O’raisin deter…:

Senseless sensibility,
they eolith dualist monopolies all too sudden…
a true contradition; sentries of,
as already sated…
senseless sensibility… municipally…
you-will-seize… day after deign…
night after umberellian echoes…
aversely cyclic…
for if the wakean lent voice o’er hop itself,
dost veer cane tray nether realm as well?
Neigh… endomorphic; anthropaedophilic lust…
steadily endures romantic inflammations…
a rash once fought…
until the moral ambiguity slides back
unto tenuous tense and marathon…
as if the end was already soon, or had passed…?
For that as it seems is all too rhetorical in rhetoric,
and misconstrued by puncture floundered fallacappy…
gently top-plead due to intrinsartistic licensing…
twenty four hour raffles, tambala sable…
twenty four hours O’raisin deter…:


Sky-ridden Lark

Swallow aghast, sky-ridden lark,
soled teal twice by council,
lull-fully taut,
skewered heed abhor,
haltered and frayed-
amber wrought slathers,
slithered astray…


The Ashen Hour

Cradle the ashen hour;
cast aside the blatant lullabies,
so often sought without cause,
so often pardoned without grace.
Eternally demure, the passively barbed cuticles
of harpy lit notation sprawled, nay strewn,
across the ochre ash haven of rambunctious repute;
attentive to reason, receptive to none.
Propped upon the ever scorned prose
of the effervescent majority, the purveyor of all,
all that is not, what I had come to expect.
Implore the faltering notion, freshly drenched in wax laden woe,
callously sidling the respite, the reprise, the recital;
fickle curiosities and emancipated bliss,
fortunate asylum, ingrate phallic masochists;
idly ploughing afterthoughts;
reconvict the perennial cyst.
The salvation of the ingénue…
the tedium of honesty.
Beseech our confessional intonation;
hold the chrysanthemum aloft,
for it is not a
flower,
rather a life, rather a symbol,
never a death, never
an end;
let determinism
prove nothing.
Scour the periphery of the
labyrinthine lantern,
solemnly lit, as it were,
guiding the hand of the ill-fated man,
whose heart least not his mind, shall return.
Unscathed through the fallacious repetition of logical reprieve,
free to fail, within the confines of our concern;
our concern for the particular.
Silence the cyclic grasp of heather feted vanity,
marred by the perpetual ecstasy of descriptive derision,
the personification of literate denial;
all that is not, what I had come to expect…


halter neck whores…

myth making inadequacies
and halter neck whores,
swear biblical injustice adjacent, demure…
effeminate fauna, hung low under lamp…
tempt the citrus marquis de sadism…
convergent nutrition,
guile scorned bright young buck,
conspicuously absent from the fore…
imprisoned mid boisterous,
quarter-massed spores…
misogynistic feminism shot back stock enrol…
alphabetical side streets top cider nosed sons,
bellied from bottoms,
neither ether nor song,
apprentice buoys sit afloat
post natal promenades,
parading ingrate vestiges towards the crowned visage…
urethra doled dogmatic souls…
neurotic length logged ides…
penicillin quailing child;
peculiar eyes, charcoal ides,
distance drawn upon denial;
penicillin quailing child…
sincerity is the absence of imagination.

 
Good writings, Zero. I have been frugile myself lately in my writings most of which I keep in a file for potential publishing. Yet it appears many have been seeking the enlightening everlasting stories of children's tales. I, myself have been enamoured with the elusive "eye"....silentily searching and seeking ....that is why I have not been posting lately but occasionally I shall give consideration to expanding my portfolio of treasured episodic tales.

Hope all is well with you, Zero, and the World {yet I should take that back....as all is not well with the World}.

I believe some along the journey are finally done with their sagas on the high seas and bountiful treasures. Perhaps I can convince them to return before they are led astray to another venture. But time will tell..........and BTW remember to reset time one hour, so now I have to change the entire world timeline again. It gets so trying. Nonetheless, it is my duty {wizards are just that way}.

Enough said.

carol
wizard2c
:|
 
Zero, may have problem with that time reset....seems I just got through adjusting world times when I viewed this morning's newspaper and found out somehow my timeline has a quirk in it...as there were ads asking me to buy early to avoid the holiday rush....

now I'm back in time warp again.....

where do I put these holiday trinkets for almost 2 months if I purchase now???? And the artificial tree....so do I stash that somewhere as well or just assemble and let it set in the corner of the room?

I knew this was going to get complicated.....

carol
wizard2c
:|

Tis easier to battle the dragon than to establish a timeline sometimes......
 
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