Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.


Perspicuous imprecations, as opposed to imprecise,
provide direct dichotomizations in each didactical device.

Who can count convincingly on perspicacity?
Of us two it must be you, unless sometimes it's me.

If you see perspicacity, then you know it can do what
infelicitous inflations of self-view simply cannot.

What that means on TV screens is simply to propel
a perspicuous imprecation implication - GO TO HELL.

If you were told to GO TO HELL,
would you know where that meant,
and think it was quite possible 
such words were heaven sent?

I'm no priest (to say the least).
I’m more or less a layman,
so when I say GO, see, 
those who know me, 
think intransitively of Hell, Grand Cayman.