the electric pot is named peacock...

the electric pot is named peacock after the lackadaisical realisation of those in charge that the valence levels of valencia oranges are wholly dependent on the mental disposition of the digital watch reading eight forty nine eight forty nine and on and on in the same vein until the inheritor of the throne is revealed to be an impostor how how how does one delineate the magna linea of the magnum opus or the opossum how to reconcile lightning and the lightning bug in a hairnet of that which hangs over the cliffside not hovering but once again not falling this is a one of a kind world that refuses to be internalised refuses to be understood even though the hand is never faster than the thought and then pen the pen is mightier what does the elephant say to the foreskin of the moon every night he says good night and she prays to antacids prays desperately wanting to believe so that her world would not suddenly become over at three ey em tomorrow morning potatoes made of snow cooked in a snowy kettle plus pubescent rectification of attraction criteria and the ink stained hands and the furtive smiles tell all let's go says the boy to the girl and the girl comes to him even though the boy too will one day become lazy useless unpopular and probably bald too but the girl lets the boy have the upper hand and then the lower hand and then a little thigh too the endoscope reads eight fifty eight how many triggers can a rigger trigger if riggers could rig triggers how many tangerines devoured whole does it require to assure and reassure the existence of the soul nothing I do is significant nothing I do is noticed or internalised because I am not a function of this world but rather a result of it a two bit melody of an alarm clock no one will ever hear read or let alone understand the holes that the missing words leave on the page the words missing from the page leave the shape of a rectangular coffin on the page just like the arctic bird i suppose but much much more morose in principle but also in the lack thereof how many kitchen sinks could a poet throw at the wall if kitchen sinks had the ability to sink a hole in a submarine two function on the pen