Parental Advisory

HEAR YE. HEAR YE. HERE WE
PROPOSE TO POSIT PROSE POETRY
FORMING FORMS 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 WE’VE WROUGHT, AND REVEALED THUSLY
EACH WHIT OF WIT WRITTEN HIERONYMOUSLY.

Given Pause

Entropic topics tend to be more 
caustic. Social faucets pour 
streaming data. Beaming faces 
space out here. Of all the places 
I could be, you see me clearly. 
As I write, you might well hear me 
say hooray! I'm glad you're listening, 
like as if your beams were glistening 
here where nearly no one comes, 
because I pause, and sound this dumb. 
I think I’d like a bike with wheels,
because [I pause] of how it feels 
upon my bum, like some big hand. 
When paused, I've cause for my kick stand. 
So, paused here; kicking not; withstanding 
blowing winds, again; demanding 
nothing more or less than stress, provided 
syllables caress. Collided 
thoughts are brought to fruition, pending 
the ending of this writer's rending. 

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