Changless Ages (Ode to All Aesops)
Channel: apeculiarnotion
Date: 2014-02-28

a free form poem about us disgusting humans
expressed in aesop-complex style:

abusive usage of confusive verse plays little tricks upon these witstrung, candlestick minds. leads shes and blokes alike 'long long waxen spines; word-strings seem bright like lit wicks set alight, yet just drip drip dript into nothingness; white peelable puddles of malleability, softly kneaded thoughts spoken too fast by a half-broke-ass, bombastically spastic joker chokeartist asks to shoo away those overt users of over-used-to hues, already well-worn reveless views knew way before language came of age and languished, made song permanently impertinent as tongue-clung oral traditions sung to our sons were undone; peoples' cultures kept iconoclasticly blasted, decrepitly crippled they just couldn't outlast it—our cumulative blame's been sucked back like an assimlative sedative we can't quite get down, a dry-lump of greed stuck so deep we keep hacking, gasping gags creep muriatic acid right back up astringently bitter as bile while we struggle in vain to gulp wholeness again as the rage of Aquarius steadily pours more cold force thru our stung farce of a voice 'til we're hoarse creatures of silent consequence; oblivious minnows raised in a readily available, up-stream American slave dream coerced to enforce dull cult-logic science religiously warship powers that be eager to raze nominally hominal shoals, fillet back the individual's small-scale role, scalp hairline citizens from civilization's thick stoneskin whole, flay 'em raw head to tow meaty scapegoat feet dragged over blaze-hot coals roasted bloody rare 'n' rarin' to call the pink pools a saved soul; but burnt flesh stench ain't ever unlearnt, makes any steeled knee go feeble, ebb forward in red trails toward their newly renovated dirt steeple, people piled up limp-legged as release, fall flat atop the tragic mess like Rome's orgasmic phallus—another ancient period eked out at its peak; before them the Greeks' brief archaic myriad of brittle papyrus pages, peripatetic fallacies born of those who know, weak socratic ethics dawned from don Herodotus' historic fatherhood four-some hundred years ago, afore that Homer's perennial Odyssey afforded such heroic addoration, pre-dation even still mentions Egyptian nation priests of per-nefer relations seen sweeping their feet elsewhere, keeping natron-resin brethrin bathed in palm wind mines; fine obsidian incisions resewn ritually hollow cavities, every extremity preserved except the gripeless practice of cracking skullbones open, grinding ripe rinds of creativity gripped with iron hooktips to rip greyt matter from the nose—look further in time and find blips of Summerian heiroglyphs, eternal histories elaborately etched on emerald tablets prior to the Sphinx's tour of duty—surely unsure erosion data mistaken immaturely as trust indentures those of us with lavish lust for ink to thrust pen upon our opium of pages, seek mass approval like shaken addicts needa needle in sation-able bodies stuck shakin' in alleys under steelborne storeys stacked higher than lowly boring stories contribute nothing but sorta sordid recitals slightly less polite than some sore Canadian sorry. 
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