all nouns are only posers
time appears, as either their alibi
or riding shotgun, as their motive
look, see them as faux pawns
in liquid spun-up swirling eddies
on this fluid chessboard river flowing
nouns appear
as bacon
revived after the death of squeal
as glaciers posing
to substitute for live-action means
nouns are mountainous backdrop landscapes
as if cognitive billboards,
are the signage of lies
and the deceptive animation
by these pictorial means.
nouns are the squeeze
of slowed down solids
as if to hear ethereal’s shriek,
pundits of a reality
as if make it real
by wearing the cognitions of pretend,
as still-shot excerpts
re-sequenced and philosophized.
belief becomes the service dogs
for species blindness
and tallies up
as the building blocks that justify.
noun-laden lyrics
as the frontier-land, to then supersize
are always creating culture
by a fathering of the questions
yet living in the morass
of dead-end perspectives.
all nouns lobby
for this lucidness of lies
yet livingness is heartfelt luminosity.
but mindfulness, as the curator,
is laden with a junkyard of nouns.
go ahead and conjugate your day.
don’t let the adverbials slow you down.
know that nouns will be the death of me
and my kind.
but in my heart,
I will continue to live
as pronounceable verbs,
outside of time . . .
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