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.


 What stiffness parts your lips, and comes

softy out? No doubt some gum’s
flavor, savored while it’s chewed,
will stick unto your shoe, eschewed.  

Oh, come on now! Just TRY to think! 
I know you MUST be on the brink 
of understanding what I'm saying, 
as If every word were playing 
tricks with thicknesses and lengths, 
the things that brought you to the brink 
of thinking. Blink your eyes! 

Concentrate now on your thighs. 
Those worded loins, (to coin a phrase)
that you once used in bygone days, 
to make your point clear, will work here. 
Is that a Q tip in your ear 
or are you happy that you've read 
these words that I've stuck in your head? 
You have to laugh, although this sucked, 
because you know you've just been [expletive deleted].

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