The Descendant ~ Wednesday, July 2, 2025

Overheard in Passing, Words on the Page

Odd how I imagine inspiration
visions and dreams create types of blindness
exhibits in the art of deception
relics from bygone eras, inflation
how egos feel the need for oppression
every man, paragons of mindlessness
archetypes of their karmic inception
rewards come with consequences, finance
decisive actions, a strong impression

impress into servitude, makes their mark
no stamp branded or sealed but by design

potential inequality, a spark
ancient as genius, a demon malign
simply malignant, evil spirits dance
so important, our books, they must kill trees
insights before the universe, before
nothingness, ex nihilo nihil fit
generate the initial spark, the breeze

whistles language into mirrors of time
ontological principles abhor
reason for arguments' sake, suck a tit
drink milk, desire arrives at infancy
suck a crawfish head, blow a judge, no crime

observe the law roll his eyes, feeling fine
not quite ready to bang his hard gavel

trust he will explode when he is supine
happy as a reverse cowgirl, novel
exegesis of Nobel fantasy

part the curtains, open the stage, my rage
argues against celebrity, pity
given I ride the Red Line, the city
emphasizes decay, the final stage

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