Some Funny Fantastic My castle walls, redoubtable, without a doubt. Crouched in a balistraria, as I holdout. Can no one understand me and coax me to leave, this hardened solitude that unhappiness breeds? Then one day, a new banner rides forth all aflame, its bearer brings my life new light, thus, I proclaim: Level the embrasure and machicolation! Revelry! Embrace your grand, magic elation! I feel it coming. A flood. A flood! Divine deluge, you’re mine to lose! Whether the storm, weather or not, reigns upon me in this moment, I know how to love, too, Love. Yes, your love floods forth, after blood, air, and water, breaking my castle built from mud, prayer, and slaughter. Divine deluge, you’re mine to lose. Divine deluge, your mind to lose! Love does not compute. Sacrifice your sack of rice to fill your children’s appetites; how now, Mao cào? A selfish gene to keep your folks alive, rotating spokes inside the green machine adding zeros to zeros to zeros until a whole number is reached, push that rock up the hill, Sir Sisyphus, and don’t dare sneeze, you sissy wuss; yes, it’s hard to believe: a theist and atheist separated only by empty space, not God, whose supposed omnipresence is hardly ever felt, not even transcending time; imagine Dawkins docking Dickens dicking, a silly spectacle, willy-nilly, of author mangling intellectual, but time goes bye; hear the clock tick-tocking, turrets injure Rome tatatatatatatat fascist bullets, tic-talking points of war, our mist is a foggy future. When, oh when, oh when does love save us from the end? But time goes ‘buy’! A love of things and stuff and junk and tchotchkes and bric-a-brac and nick-knacks and paddywacks, give the backwards doG ten percent, then give the Congress triple that, for love of the poor and love of #SCIENCE, there goes Dickens dicking and Dawkins docking, but you now know the spew I’m hocking: verbal diarrhea, sputter sputter sputter sputter, and now I turn to selfish mutter. I fell in love. I feel in love. Entwined sublime, to partner your partner. “O frabjous night,” I’ll carol each day, for now I am We, and Thee is Me.
Identity?!?! I dented E. I before Me, except after she. Accept, after she. After she?!?! So twisted, I think knot. Emergency! Emergency! Emergency! Love, emerge, and see straight into me. Love emergent, see the end of me? Love emergency – my Enemy. But finally, no more. Satisfied, I wipe my mind clean, done with my steaming logorrhea. Breathe. I still my mind. I steel my mind. I stole my mind. Entropy! Entropy! Entropy! Yay, we’re going to be star dust, my Love, so what does any of this matter? Breathe. I can conjure order!!! Icahn conned your– NO! ENOUGH! BREATHE! Breathe! Breathe. The swan-song to soliloquy? Duet. Go find your better half: complete couplet.