MONOPOLE

i wondered if you had the time of day it wouldn’t suit you if i did and so one swears that, after all of this un-going, this is where it all begins but if time is all you want, there’s an abundance of that it’s finding the time to get along that’s really the thing oh, it’s no bother; happy to do it quite satisfied just to be such simple elegance in that to where all should long to be be that as it may, i say be that as it must get along with it however you can whatever your s

Where then have all the beleaguered thoughts disappeared? They tarry into yesteryear. What state of such recompose has lingered in that going by? It’s one I swear I’ll never count again. But what then of the illusory non-matter that fills in all the strings and quarks luminating your personisphere? The dillydally you think of least is the act you most regret —that from which you most persevere. It’s a sobering thought to get along along, the thing you can’t remember if you ev

"Pontificatorily (stage 1)" how do you say to say? how doesn’t one forget to rhyme? i’m not wearing any clothes today, am i? it wouldn’t matter if you were. so goes another month of tuesdays gone so goes another sigh exhaled— how do you blink your eyes your eyes? how do you close your mouth to chew? if i had a right to speak my thoughts i’d be a richer man than you. so what if fingers grinded to the bone? so what if all good separatists die? i don’t see you exasperating any o