and now for an artistic commercial break before the adventures of c & k la segunda parte:
“I wish I were articulate
I wish I had the ability to recapitulate my
thoughts, and sentences,
into words. De-evolutionizing
the spatial reflex that has developed in my
Disconnection reeks of my lack of
eloquence. Moreso my inhibitions.
Oh, how I turn over,
the texture of language’s limitations on my palette,
I wish I had the originality
and intention to grow up.
It’s not a lost cause, they say.
The trappings of your mind
the demise of something spectactular
It’s the breath in and out your neck.
Oh, how I wish I were articulate.”