Sufi Style
delicious
nutritious
archives
. . . . or
dot dot dot dot--
that's all that i've got.
The cult will immortalize it
or
maybe not.
dot dot dot dot--
creatively shot.
The mind clouds itself in a stream
of a thousand other thoughts,
of song after song after song, or
maybe just the same song
over, and over, and
over, yet never quite over, just
simply replaced by different static.
dot dot dot dot--
i've completely forgot.
Clarity is more than the ability
to transcribe hollow words onto a
small slice of arboreal white,
or so my finite comprehension of
what "is" is would have me believe.
And you ask yourself: Did that actually
make any sense? or Am I just too
shallow to understand it? or Is there
really any sense to anything?
dot dot dot dot--
this happens a lot.
The answer lies within implies that
an answer in all actuality actually exists.
Might I bother you for a drink?
I've pissed that answer right out
the tip of my half-jewish member
at least three times today already.
dot dot dot dot
or . . . .
writer's block.