‘The Aµgµstæn Št. Cµrły‘
St. Curly of August, was neet.
She read abominable poems,
sent half way from Crete,
Poems pulled from fingers,
or wordspun from hands.
alphabetical flight, aerolinguistese
standing half-silent on talons
of their little clawed feet.
Feats Much Too Small for
Their Giant Purple Hearts
Regardless she’s great.
Just the other day she said,
“….we’ll be there if we can!”
…and I thought, what a great reminder!
Then I quickly wrote down these words;
“Embrace the flexible path.
Commit to Uncommitment”
At least to those oufs
who’ve made oaths to Ghosts
Or, for that matter, for access
to the Unrigid & Creative.
You seek?
The UC
You see?
UC
UC you see is quite different
From its cousin, non-commitment.
NC, its only slightly better than NA!
& if you find your self seeking out NA
You’re probably right in the Shite.
Nobody Appreciates NA.
Well, unless you come to need it one day
until you need it, it’s not even there, okay
Nobody Appreciates NA. NANA
Oh Yeah, NANA?
Yaw, NANA
Yo naw, no!
Gnaw you
Gnome
Grown
Grewn
Gnewn
Knome
Knew
Know
Now
O w L
w
L
~Boo Hoo the Bravest Hoo~
Boo Hoo had small feet too
Just like the poem above,
and just like you.
and he was the BIG Chief, Head BOO
The Cheif ruled all BOO’s that’d ever
Boo-Hoo’d, (even the laughers? Who-Knew)
Top of most magazine’s lists of who’s who
(At least ones covering the BOO)
I wrote a special announcement to Curly.
In a poem about MagicK for the small feeted.
Yes, that’s MagicK which ends with a K.
It works up your nose when you read it.
Read it the same way as you’re reading today
Remember this rite-n magicK, and read it I say.
That one kind N-kid with a K at the end.
It ends with a K. No wait, K ends it.
Nevermind. Notta MIND. NANA
K is not needed for magic,
in a fight,…say K vs. K
It ends in a draw.
Not very exciting,
worse than the mall.
L is quite useless as a number you see.
All adds up with just letters n words…
…and well the letters L & A from here in the Bay
It’s not even a competition. It just ends that K.
It starts, errr ends with a K
It’s very difficult to determine.
But the K is at the end I assure you.
That is, it’s spelled that way.
Can’t do much magicK without spells.
I say we take this weirdo, K.
Sit him down in the chair….
and stick one of these spoons
Right in his own K-hole!
(Not those tiny ones Neither)
Standing with you!
Maybe we can fork
something into happening.
There’s Shite everywhere.
Shite! It’s starting to look human.
Stay close. No one goes alone
Use the buddy system
rise! Rise! RIse! RISe! RISE!
Rise up from the “Chair”
Again & again
Over & Over
RISE UP FROM
YOUR CHIAR
Look We Care
So, it’s only fair!
Rise from the chair
The nightmare chair
Is no longer there
So you’ll have to
RISE RISE RISE
Come on, Push On!
It’s nice out here
We’ve all changed
our hair!
Well, us balded folk
have other new flair
Anyway, we’re just
dying to share.
So Rise.
RISE UP
RISE UP FROM
THE CHAIR
The trick is
THERE IS NO CHAIR
(anyway it worked for
that bald kid in that movie)
You probably wouldn’t ever
Even think to sit on a spoon.
You might have saved yourself
At least some of this trouble
Had you only went with spoons
Over chairs.
On second thought
You’re not the first friend
With this $11K problem oK
Kathy was one too
Kathy with a K,
Keta-Kathy I’d say
And Keta had spoons upon spoons
Small tiny spoons. Spoons in all rooms
In the morning I’d sweep up,
Go grab the broom, at the end
the dustpan, nearly 70% spoons
Taking all day, or at least until noon!
Dusty spoons for sure.
But spoons are spoons
Just like chairs are chairs
Now spoons can be chairs
And chairs can be spoons
But in the end theres not a threat
Except when ascending the steps
And again when there, no one who cares.
When one no longer cares
if its all spoons and no chairs
With nowhere to sit & just spoons with it
So we’ll just leave an offering
of love and respect as we push
A tiny spoon in the big spoked wheel chair
RISE UP AND RUN AS WERE LAUGHING
∞
Only Friends are Real
Embrace Shulgin-ness
DON’T SCARE THE HORSES
DO BETTER!
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