Waiting for Godot
on top
below
behind
Bartok’s
but talks
buttocks
and branging in four
but not knowing the day.
but not knowing the day.
waiting for cadet,
who signals close get far
who signs above
who brings a boef
red-doffing
redd f-ing
the inhaling
Disraeli
peace siding the deciding
on siding precinderous as precancerous
like a Vesuvius top.
waiting for the dough
to reach behind within the till
to find a way to have the pill
even if it is to go to hell.
and pray for the redemption that causes inception
of a cow replete with hows and horns.
it is waiting
debating
and pursuing
that which we cannot catch
or even wish to secede in secession in session cessasion
overread and overstate the cause of the caucus
on this far city in the gloming.
of a far city that teams not with their excision
and delusion of μενιν.
waiting for good ho,
with his sleek distended calfs
moiety boinking on the bricks with Windows on the blue screen
expecting firmament,
but blind
he told us so
when he was sleeping
and the deriding
the bicycle wheel.
so long as one knows
it is a tragic comedy with two axes.
and written for the rage.
oh, that rage,
whichever takes us
because he’s coming to take some way away
to the funny farm where life is beautiful
and the foods to weed deca-sodomite
pose it have to lower them fits
keyed or at
the Terra nova fundus Nicanora
and thus to wait and wait again
for the senses and the census and the scent
that tells me now I must wait
for in the waiting, I will reveal
that my partner and I are waiting still
for the merger of the to high
of an eye to the tree
Didi and Gödel passing axioms dramatic
whichever for and ever will stand above
beneath
sorbet
Sorbonne
sore foot
because the mother had the clap,
and turned,
with a little conversation with the pantomime
that does interrupt the fluid key silence
of our talking once below below between
wireless waiting for Godot.