inspired by a Convolution

- sitting in a strange room lonely.  inspired by a convolution. i mosey over to a day ancient glass of  Chardonnay.   to lick from my fingertips the residual from the glass. to find that there's nothing aside a glimmering waxy sitting in the bottom. i sporadically read queer scattered manuscripts with the faint notion that i might have once known what they said. random daydream fant about that brazilian. i realize that i don't remember how my voice sounds. ... quiet too long to speak, or so i decide.   now, i realize that i am poor, clickety clack machine  ink-stained wretch. & it's freezing in here. my nick name is hyperbole. and i'm in love with him...   iambic pentameter. he's so dreamy..  and so defined.   or so i read his mind. and i was. scared. and scarred. and sacrilegious. and so i was. bared. barred. floored. walled. out of time. because i was just me and clacking sloppy rhymes.   a stranger then walked up and said, "hello, my name is iambic Pentameter." and i said, "i'm tsun, nice to meet you, sir." "yes, indeed," went the reply, "i am neither a sir  nor a madam, and you sir neither have a slurr nor a toucan//"  --i was enjoi-ing this conversation profusely and  thought of asking iambic to marry me, but ol' iambi seemed a little stiff. "i feel rushed, or i have a rush... i love you, will you marry me?"               "Excuse me?... young sir or madam, if you are indeed such, i am here to help you with your writing, so first thing's first... then of course, i have personal reasons, i'm a homophone..." "Yes, of course," i jittery replied,   "i am quite ecstatic that you are here... are you thirsty?... don't mind my erratic... may i get you some coffee?" "no, thank you," or so Iambic said warmly,           and then echoed, "don't feel guilty, master writing." -la dee da, this is just junk... well, i viddied this poet, Convolution... and well, i muy enjoi-ed his form so i thought i would push some slovos together... and this last half of this was from a pome i wrote many moon ago,... some years ago actually. i just found it random like. an' thought i;'d post it.. which makes me think.. i've written so many other pomes and poems and odes and scraps and stories and haikus and such... i wonder if i'll ever get around to putting them all up here? Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 07:22 AM PST   10 • 0