Notes Toward an Unhinged Manifesto vol.2

ipso facto
Stilted I walked
A twisted mass of grey
Shot through with color
At odd points
But unpainted by the flames
And untainted in their eyes
Made was I and broken
By the hands of a laughing god.

Notes Toward an Unhinged Manifesto

canto unum

Such were things

That the weight of the world

Lifted me not

From the strings of fire lost

Or the hills of desire and lust

For that which had dissolved

In time.

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ALLITERATION A LITTLE WRONG

A body in a barrel,

On a barrio by the bay.

A token from Hoboken,

Who was broken night and day.

A-frighted and a-frazzled,

And a-frayed, flayed, and filleted.

A baby with a bottle,

And a bore in a bidet.

A toady in a tussle,

With a tidy tan toupee.

A tin ear in a tunnel,

Taking time to die today.

A-stupid and a-stunted,

And astounded by the stay. 

A tuna tin torpedo,

And a tutor to betray.

A penny in a pocket,

Which a piper plans to pay,

A pauper with a paper,

And a puzzle to parley.

A crazy ass acrostic,

And a crumpled clump of clay.

A pimply paparazzo,

Pops a top and stops to pray.

              ---Lazlo Azavaar

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WONDERTIME

Once in the Wondertime,

Runs in the snow.

Wants, when I stop, where I laugh,

Will I go?

When will I,

Want was I,

Wish where I will?

Miss what I hit,

Standing stop,

Running still?

Find what I fake,

Fool a fish in a fray.

Fly like a flay through a flue,

In a tray.

Sing, screwy songs, sucking pipes,

Piping hot.

Pray for a plan, Peter,

Pan full of pot.

Think thinky thoughts,

Thick 'em through, super swell.

Cry crashy crap,

Laugh it up,

Go to hell.

----Lazlo Azavaar