• I'm a failure at prose, it's painfully buckram v. 2021

    From Wenceslas Kabeba@21:1/5 to All on Tue Nov 16 08:48:15 2021
    I'm a failure at prose, it's painfully buckram
    a military vehicle running over a sensory neuron
    damnably surficially square
    a bosky of words with the density of air
    churlish, annoyingly irresolute
    a house of cards kicked by some brute
    a whirling mess of wiggly crap
    a ridiculous redonkulous deathtrap

    my sentences commonly break down
    an aquaplane on a freeway in the car of a clown
    a smell rises uncompromisingly from the page
    an annoying crunch an embarassing rage
    no searchlight would find the blight of an original idea
    no communicative sounds but a sleepy dyspnea

    and yet some readers with cuboid heads and crusted brains
    half wit minstrels coughing up ballads of trains
    snigger cacaphanously at my swill
    trumpeting my constipated ill will
    my perky whitewash of intelligence
    inconstant bitter small preeminence
    churns a small aggregate to vermilion
    and they paypal me untold billions
    they natter unkindly like old squaws
    or maladjusted macaws
    while I frivolously cash their providential tidings
    for sumptuously craven ashcan elidings

    this is the life I've gracelessly managed
    cooly ignoring my annoying advantage
    I have custody of my marketplace
    calling out it's lamb-like fact
    I annex it's ideas and make them presentable
    a hackworkd minstrel of the purely lamentable
    to flat faced stand up goons
    the king devil of incisive lampoons

    others may catch and arrange the unconscious
    my smallness is bitterish and unselfconscious
    and still others may masquerade as noble starvelings
    aurified woebegone darlings
    not I, I've erected the furthest partition
    assimilating my maladjusted mission
    from the flumping assonant mass of rampageing Kultur
    the vapor density of a sumptuous vulture

    $and I've done well at it$
    $send more money and I shall not quit$

    Wenceslas Kabeba
    copyright 2021

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  • From Terry Stomp@21:1/5 to Wenceslas Kabeba on Wed Nov 17 14:56:52 2021
    On Tuesday, November 16, 2021 at 11:48:16 AM UTC-5, Wenceslas Kabeba wrote:
    I'm a failure at prose, it's painfully buckram
    a military vehicle running over a sensory neuron
    damnably surficially square
    a bosky of words with the density of air
    churlish, annoyingly irresolute
    a house of cards kicked by some brute
    a whirling mess of wiggly crap
    a ridiculous redonkulous deathtrap

    my sentences commonly break down
    an aquaplane on a freeway in the car of a clown
    a smell rises uncompromisingly from the page
    an annoying crunch an embarassing rage
    no searchlight would find the blight of an original idea
    no communicative sounds but a sleepy dyspnea

    and yet some readers with cuboid heads and crusted brains
    half wit minstrels coughing up ballads of trains
    snigger cacaphanously at my swill
    trumpeting my constipated ill will
    my perky whitewash of intelligence
    inconstant bitter small preeminence
    churns a small aggregate to vermilion
    and they paypal me untold billions
    they natter unkindly like old squaws
    or maladjusted macaws
    while I frivolously cash their providential tidings
    for sumptuously craven ashcan elidings

    this is the life I've gracelessly managed
    cooly ignoring my annoying advantage
    I have custody of my marketplace
    calling out it's lamb-like fact
    I annex it's ideas and make them presentable
    a hackworkd minstrel of the purely lamentable
    to flat faced stand up goons
    the king devil of incisive lampoons

    others may catch and arrange the unconscious
    my smallness is bitterish and unselfconscious
    and still others may masquerade as noble starvelings
    aurified woebegone darlings
    not I, I've erected the furthest partition
    assimilating my maladjusted mission
    from the flumping assonant mass of rampageing Kultur
    the vapor density of a sumptuous vulture

    $and I've done well at it$
    $send more money and I shall not quit$

    Wenceslas Kabeba
    copyright 2021


    Interesting....

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  • From George J. Dance@21:1/5 to Wenceslas Kabeba on Sun Dec 12 15:10:00 2021
    On Tuesday, November 16, 2021 at 11:48:16 AM UTC-5, Wenceslas Kabeba wrote:
    I'm a failure at prose, it's painfully buckram
    a military vehicle running over a sensory neuron
    damnably surficially square
    a bosky of words with the density of air
    churlish, annoyingly irresolute
    a house of cards kicked by some brute
    a whirling mess of wiggly crap
    a ridiculous redonkulous deathtrap

    my sentences commonly break down
    an aquaplane on a freeway in the car of a clown
    a smell rises uncompromisingly from the page
    an annoying crunch an embarassing rage
    no searchlight would find the blight of an original idea
    no communicative sounds but a sleepy dyspnea

    and yet some readers with cuboid heads and crusted brains
    half wit minstrels coughing up ballads of trains
    snigger cacaphanously at my swill
    trumpeting my constipated ill will
    my perky whitewash of intelligence
    inconstant bitter small preeminence
    churns a small aggregate to vermilion
    and they paypal me untold billions
    they natter unkindly like old squaws
    or maladjusted macaws
    while I frivolously cash their providential tidings
    for sumptuously craven ashcan elidings

    this is the life I've gracelessly managed
    cooly ignoring my annoying advantage
    I have custody of my marketplace
    calling out it's lamb-like fact
    I annex it's ideas and make them presentable
    a hackworkd minstrel of the purely lamentable
    to flat faced stand up goons
    the king devil of incisive lampoons

    others may catch and arrange the unconscious
    my smallness is bitterish and unselfconscious
    and still others may masquerade as noble starvelings
    aurified woebegone darlings
    not I, I've erected the furthest partition
    assimilating my maladjusted mission
    from the flumping assonant mass of rampageing Kultur
    the vapor density of a sumptuous vulture

    $and I've done well at it$
    $send more money and I shall not quit$

    Wenceslas Kabeba
    copyright 2021


    Hi. I'm bumping your poem, without prejudice, to get it back to page 1. The intent is that new readers who come here can better see the number of poets posting here and sample the variety of poems being posted.

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