Pathetic Pseudo Repartee

Inside the skin is where I will open this conversational folder,
It will begin to unwrap from around my skull and shoulder,
And then unfold the hull that encases the faces of my ancestral kin,
The solid Timbre of my being not soaked will float if it’s not attached to the boat while mentally traversing.

Unravelling,
Travelling,
Revealing my unhindered essence foaming,
Until like a homeless older roaming, I am the basic sin of a complete nonsensical thing,
A ring ringing, a whistle stinging, or a numbing disclaimer,
And penetrating and grating on the cerebellum chamber,
Till I remember the mumbling and thrumming that cushioned me in the womb wall from the stomach rumbling,
It’ll just be noise,
And like that homeless beggar that we ignored,
He somehow still annoys,
Till the silence and the poise is void of any joys,
Muffled, like you were drowning,

The sound sing compressed as though you were downing a shout or a stiff stare,
I doubt if there will be quiet when I'm gone, and then again I don’t even care,
For my vortex will vex past the cortex into the next,
But what if there isn’t,
What if my death and stillness mean there’s nothing left,
For how will I know that the Earth’s cancer will live on in a Gia glow,
Rotational in gravitational defiance,
And the silence may or may not exist, be it in eddy or in flow,
But at least for me all the pathetic pseudo repartee will have ceased,
Hopefully at the very least decreased,
Dissolved like melting snow, then evaporated,
Or shaved like fleece from a dear doe, then incinerated.

Once I stop, then I hope to will all prevarication,
For when I am dead I want hear the equivocation,
The sensation in complete saturation of a nation and planet,
From the top of Tasmania to the toe of the Thanet,
From a false lovers maternal net, to a layman's intellectual regret,
Personal conversation, to the laymen of the internet,
Verbal intercourse ejaculating disease over peoples faces,
Abdicating their soul for a big screen television and a segregation of the races,
Destroy, consume, abuse, annoy, doom, use this Earth,
To deploy a plume of crews missiles at targets valued in human worth,
Like little boys whose only joy is to be the first,
Number one of everything, when everything is none,
Fuck the virgin, create faults in perfect versions,
King pin of power, and death,
The desecration of the Earth and her breath.

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