. Poem, Zambling
. Simmering in the simple
. of.
. Actually, it was more Venice, California,
. next to the empty can of Mountain Dew.
. Exceptional diseases, all
. of them ex cathedra, into “I
. am egoless, therefore worship Me.”
. “The warship Me,” Poem thought,
. swelling with self, ten leagues ahead
. of neutering chocolate swords, and
. increasing his lead..
. Nimbly, the cat jumped up onto the ledge,
. so real compared to what he had been dreaming that
. Poem, feeling her solidity as he petted her,
. continued misplacing himself even after she disappeared.
. The mytht examerated.
. The key dwimmed.
Another little something to take care of an entry, this one almost entirely improvised.
Note: for anyone absurdly wanting to read every entry of mine, there’s a “new” one for 6 June 2010 (entry 139) now in my archives. I had published it as “private” by mistake. Warning: it’s about my definition of visual poetry.