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i.e. Pioneers of the Right Alignment- And Three Poems along the way

“a pile of language, carefully disorganized
so as to obscure a lack of content.”
–Dr. Carolyn G. Guertin

Blame Sesame Street. Those 20 second spots that killed the attention span of three or four generations, before mainstream TV took over and put the nail in the coffin of words with more than 5 syllables or sentences longer than six words.

Refurbish/Molest

Nurture/Supress

Awaken/Get some Rest

Hold Quietude/Express

Make it compelling. This stop-start method of writing is not a reflection of my lack of understanding the concepts of writing. That is why my plans to be a College Student were foiled. Ephemeral columns of words, signs, signals. - A whole exotic language embossed with colors, each a personality, a distinct concept. All there to up the ante. To keep you engaged.

B7NG!

A stranger in these parts
A stranger in my parts
Apart, of thee Estranged
My Stranger, partner, strange
Stranger to my parts estranged
Strangers parted, stranger start
estranged these partners
strange to start
Parts in stranger, strange in parts

This can help restart. When the clutter chokes it’s best to strike back unprovoked. Sweep it under the carpet and resume anew. What better way to lose yourself than reading a piece full of more holes than a colander. Like leaves down a sewage gate.

Roaming Untrekked paths
A rest reveals ancient Stones
Carved: “No, not the first”

Maybe the holes lie in my excuses not my technique. Maybe the thematic color weaves are a distraction and the spastic alignment bursts are more disconcerting than helpful. Maybe I’ve lost you already. Aw hells.

...8, 9, 10, Begin Again...
As William Tell apocryphally said over some incestuous blood sausage and applesauce: "It was worth a shot."