huh

i had this thought but it was twisted and tangled, unrecognizable in these words
(that of course i had mangled)!
so i wondered can i have a thought without a thought
unknown and unheard...?
raw uncensored a no thought, (that is...)
pure, perfect, and absurd.
yet sanely deranged, undefined, and uninfluenced
by my predetermined disbelief in the unexplained's persuance
in hidden abilities and at remaining indefinitely unchanged...
how mundane
and easily explained
by some one elses determined brain.
its a few levels removed from conceivably incomprehensible to conceive to
i just really dont want to.
at least for those like me,
obviously a waste to the highest degree
and
generally speakin i would tend to agree
a successful underachiever
with 2 types of cognitive disease
and no delusional unfulfilled needs to be deceived
into lookin for windmills to defeat
to bring my life some reduntant and preformed yet still ill defined meaning,
so with plenty of good time to waste on absurd activities
i endeavored to explored these deeper and much more absurd mysteries
finally
successfully unsure enough in silently suffering from the deepest insight
so surreal
so singular
so serene
so silly
that i cant bury it in a sound
without diluting it
dumbed
back down into these canned forms
of communing i am disenfranchised and disappointed with now
yet so vivdly it seemed illustrated themed cosmically in advanced hypothese
raidin viral verbiage daunting outdated memes with unutterable words and babbling for meanings
used in hyperdimensional tenses diabolically disruptin me from the disheartening task of arranging sequentially anti-sequential sequences and atypical spatial scenerios defyin temporal theories of cause and effect that teasingly seduce and distort my five senses into empty pretenses at destroying any decency of being and i stand staring seething at all that im left holdin nothinofdefinitedesignstructureto point to
to show what a thought devoid of thought
detached from a vocal chord
unfettered from the dyin gasps of my ineptly malformed reference frames 
brought forth so for all of the genius
and all of the schitz
all that i am cant explain it.

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etherknot commented on huh

06-09-2011

inspired by e e cummings

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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