For the Participants of Rondelet Marathons Everywhere
(2014)
This is day 11 from my month long Rondelet marathon! Meta-poetry can be obnoxious, but when inspiration is lacking, it's a good way to pay tribute.
Sit back, relax And enjoy the projected show. Sit back, relax, See old legends now in IMAX. Retelling of tales already known.
I write sorrow It’s no matter how much I strain. I write sorrow. My scripts cast over by shadows. Lyrics I compose show pain
Four part cycle The best mark is leaves– rise and… Four part cycle Water falls, pools, to icicles. The cardinal winds always call
It is silly. Really, please, to me pay no mind. It is silly. I watch longingly, yes, creepy, But I see you to her be kind.
Number one thing on my List, point of life? No str… Number one thing guides my Wishlist. Pulls my life… I have found it, in man compressed
Steam rises From falling water’s collisions. Steam rises Coagulates, coats, chokes: Sizes Me to just a condensation
Runaway vein why must you escape their blunt pr… Runaway vein one would think you would restrain fluidity to blood that flows
My wheeled tribe’s steel-hog trip Has now peaked in the valleys of d… On Glaciers, glossed by dew. Stil… Though this frost does surprise th… Bear-grass can grow despite
Aches that echo through every land for all ages. Aches that echo through all people that time has e… In old bare Ireland it raged,
Child-like mind still beyond my comprehension. Child-like mind raises worlds—surpass the divine. He’s released from the detention
Not everything good will be commemorated Not everything in fact, really, not anything. Compared to nature of sedated
Gracious, have I ever been so los… Stumbling, over and over, I begin… My words are my shield and sword,… Damn, why don’t you see what I se… Love has never been a choice for m…
It’s not over. Russian, Japanese, African— It’s not over. We think it’s gone, it’s just olde… Don’t dismay, though Love it can.
You must be bored, without a playmate to contend. You must be bored. Tricks connect me to you, tight co… Feel free to fiddle, feeble friend…
Why go outside when one can buy what the world sh… Why go outside? Rain sounds far better when I’m d… Perhaps one can’t smell the roses