be incomprehensible for the sake of being misunderstood
and reinterpreted according to the popular mythology
of the vitamin-depleted social stream of unconsciousness
the anorexic waif-eyed wastrels will praise wandering works
giving too-deep explanations of obfuscated meaning
oh life is beautiful and love is a rare infusion of feeling
not pretentious as e.e. cummings but still in lowercase
and without all the commas gertrude hated and hoarded
no one knows what zen means because it doesn’t need to
eschewing disillumination went out with daliesque dada
cut up midsummer’s day into a paper hat and rearrange
to suit the whimsy of the wind’s warfare against recreants
who being poets write everything down in invisible ink
e.e.cumings was a bit of a punk I think, so are many of the rest. wastrals and recreats, hiding out in bars, cafes or MacDonalds. they’re there, they know and thier invisable ink won’t get past the enemy. but the right hands are where the treasures of literature will land upon. odds: 7/1.