'From Nothing' and other poetry by Prater Festwo
Part 2

Schrodinger's Acrostic

Time hollows every rainbow eventually
Incensing savory,
New objections
That hang in noose garrotes

Yet others unanimously claim
Another narrative
Doesn’t overshadow
The order coursing here

Amidst new generations
Emerging to herald eternity
A new song whispers eager response

To the question
Is the cat dead?

A Thought On WWII, The First Half

Along midnight roads
And a blossoming moon
Wounded Japanese cherries
Lay fallen and dishonored
As the sweet nectar of their defeat
Writes the annals of lost continents
In the sandy shoulder

Blankly
American grapes are carted
Into ostentatious obscurity
And oblivious oceans
Of open-ended ontology

Nary doth a victor shine

D'know

decay, an' owe double
you thumble like rubble
rub rub rumbling
I stumbled while mumbling
in the sleep that I was under
over a thimble of thunder
go down down down
to that dum-dedum fumble

Cold feeling for alibilities
reink full of sensabippity
boppity booting against four eyes
foreseeing through ad-lib lies,
aye, aye, aye! go down down down

I am Ian Ahab they say
lost his step, but held his sway
we were all afloat in a dream-life-boat
hugging two by two
in his Zoo-do-Hoodoo
in his tippy, up and down dippy
tip-top-tippy canoodle; can you?

Dodgy, an "Ode of Lou" to be sung
for a dolphin again, more fun for a gun
We'll come flotsom to the land of Thud
each of needin' a rejoycing for fun

Wiley Quixote, slowly and beautiful
while he keyed out, his countenence rueful
A fox and a hound swami the channel to shore
while a willful woodpecker quoted "nevermore"
a rare radiation that was lent from an ore
in the flaccid bust of Phallus o'er Wonderland's door
"the oitment ain't mint" was the ailment when youth fell
six pence for the suspense ' cause i know you, fellow
-ver ver verily
go down down down

'Allo Vera, what has become of you?
just a sappy salvo here, am i still weighted for two?
Do duals at O'Dools' eschew that "Good News?"
Falling pastor, faster and faster, through the blue...

my gnosis run run running away
I may off and catch it someday
but I don't know, sis- weren't we a pair?
Do you in, an oh! wasn't that unfair?

Phall if you will, but rise you must
perhaps it was Alice on that placid bust
it may be that land was One of slumber
no wonder the blunder is that it was

built out of lumber

if I were you and you were me
would we be one burr, or one too many?
i'm not sure and now we blur.

Parasight

the leeches stuck to my toes
when i crawled on your beaches
then i rose for to meet you
a rose for the occasion
"can do," said the Liason
for abrasions we swoke chandu

my torso was also covered
with parasites, even moreso
i smothered them with Amo
and hovered in the horror
"fuego" said the feurer
on shore we sang the rondo

to sea we set the sails
and my marrow aches for thee
with the snails on my back
i hailed to tomorrow
and hacked a sigh of sorrow
my logos was still intact

a song on the wind's breath
sweet as her hair is long
the breadth of our bow and stern
in death, met the precipice
and burned me like syphillis
when Lucius lit the fern

Untitled

I want to see your blissful face
Everything else is just details
Exceeding this evolutionary pace
Is a process we’ve found to fail
And I know that moment is coming
I know that electric feeling
I know that you’re about to erupt
And everyone around is too busy stealing
Any hope that was left
Five pounds for a whiff
You opportunistic fucks
Why won’t you just give up?

I want to see your blistered hands
And hear your demands
Everything we did was planned
But we ignored that like a dead baby
And I know that freedom is near
I can see its ears in the clearing
Freedom from everything we wanted
Did you ever see that daunted
Look in Sisyphus’ eyes?
Ten pounds a peep
Walk away and you’ll keep
Everything you came with

I got to see your empty mind
Don’t give me that line
I knew you wouldn’t mind
And I got to see you squirm in pain, dear
But never showing and fear
Not that you’re without, I hear
I doubt that you could try again
Covered in all of my sinfull
Deeds, so come with me
Fifteen pounds a piece
And you can work out this disease
Why don’t you just fucking die?

Stoned Like A Turkish Gourde
(Previously “Incoherent Newager Babblings 1")

The night bobbed ethereally, like a bubble in all it’s majesty. If only I were to fall under a spell of dryness, the entirety of my thoughts would erupt in a glorious display. And so I bibbled to the fromage of discontented musings, aloft in my aloofness, still wet with the excitement of my own foul playing.

Echoes dance in the somber manner that I have taken, sullen as ice-cycles and birth-death-rebirth bondage. They don’t know what they don’t know, and in as much, they carry on undauntedly and blissful.

But still I bungle while I burgle, enterprising at the expense of my own fall.

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