Claiming Their Seat at the Table and Silently Simpering Anyway: “and R!GHT THERE is PRECISELY WhErE(??!) the Very-Next-PoemP!ECE Comes from”

What if we hadn’t have

Nurtured the wrong kinds of KALEIDOSCOPE minds, and what if we hadn’t have — “bothered to barely bruise their Up-all-Night eGoS?” They’d FAR-much-prefer to go and

Deliver a HIGH-flying midnight-sermon inside of their wildly ol’ Holocaust minds ANYWAY… than to sIMPLY lean-in and passionately imply

A frightful level of inhospitable BliSs. She’s someone else’s utterly lOpSiDed daughter of unthinkably UpperClass UniqUenEsS, plEASE, and if we WERE TO speak in droning tones of…

GARGANTUAN selfAWARENESS then they might-just-muster… a miraculous “maybe” JUST in-case === “we did INDEED begin to feel a nervous need to

Stay with these Nasty-Faced PeoplE of under-announced pragmatism anyway.” They’ve shuddered-to-think of this inkLADEN inSTANCE which spills IMMEDIATELY(!!!) from their

Aforesaid UpAllNight egos actually. And we will not STOP… … … “at barb-wiring their high-flying, wildly ol’ aforesaid mInDs W!!!!!!DE-SHUT__ for the price of procedural pursuit, and a whole load of other

Utterly offhanded thoughts as-per-usual: “about THE alphabetical WAY (that) she somehow stays —————— behind-the-lines of every other petrified person’s habitual existence.”