Ridding the winds of Hurricane Matthew.
A felt vibration of wind, in a word.
Ephemeral slight of meaningless wind.
Up from the rock strewn friction chips signaled
Itself relax. Those who escaped the rock
Were lost. For my part, I swam. On that rock,
The stone music led and had envisioned
The deep, the stone. This was the cornerstone
If the cornerstone happened. The white line
In the water, to clean his catch on man,
God’s eyes watered the dew point like a ghost,
Took water, and rose up the stately streets
Between the high wave that rose up in him
In the blowing in off the lapping waves.
Is the governess a prologue?
James’s discursive field of letter.
The governess said after and then repeated governess.
This phrase could be sign that he had himself.
The reappearance of a story to tell his story
Creates an area of discourse.
I saw he was not hand.
James following this, I took for an argument.
Yes, the competition, the went.
This nothing two more times,
Elsewhere, Francesco and Miles
Repeat the word. Up until page 6.
Before Miles admits to having
Opened the story to the group.
Before the fact, the manuscript arrives.
And how the author’s hand postpones his telling
Should be referred to as the hand of agree.
Is it because you are retarded,
Or are you just too fucking lazy?
Oh, hell… Is it both?
It was just a collection of platitudes.
The silken fabric that clung
To the fortune cookies
That my father insisted would open,
That he used to open
So many women’s blouses.
Even with the best passages memorized,
He could not
Understand the stand
Taken to take him
As your God before me.
Morons hold ideas that the rest of society does not
And coming up with ideas than the majority of people would not
Is considered out-of-the-box thinking,
And creative people think outside of the box.
If there is no god
Is God an Atheist
Or does he worship himself?
And if God is an Atheist,
Are you prescribed by God
To kill God?
And if you are prescribed to kill God,
Does that make you the adversary?
The detonation of the word
Classified as placeholders,
The empty signifier.
Words are wind, mist, fumes, space,
Emptiness, vacuum, nothingness.
The empty god-creator of language.
Worshiped at the altar of literature.
The original answer.
To blame for the empathy
And magic in my life.
Like games engaging a conspiracy
Keeping us fat and listless.
Not like cellphones,
A higher standard of kinship.
Only the cellphone.
Categorized as the wheel of being.
Or the internet,
It has an odd ability
To personify the people
That taught it to think.
Therefore it is.
A gradual thing.
Level and understandable.
A jaded and angry atheist.