Irrational, PredictableA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
the young father lives in
a negative universe a place so polluted with emotional fluoride that teeth rot just tasting it the xenon counterbalance has been sucked dry by ions in multiples of two the suicide rate is so high that all natural gas and propane stoves have been replaced by electric models, which is ironic considering the universe is rife with electronegativity and so people take willing nosedives into swimming pools of concrete, molten or not but not every diamond-tipped circular saw blade will cut the forty-five miters properly, particulates gum up the works as the not-so-verbally talented might say mental shims are needed to balance the whole structure so the biscuits take and the bolts tighten easily and correctly so maybe the young father's version of universal events needs to be reshaped, reformed in a blaze of Anabaptist glory but the likelihood of that happening is the same as Pascal being right about divinity of any kind, any at all but that didn't stop the walkie-talkie god-wired from poisoning existence in the Renaissance yet that's humankind after all and the young father can still isolate those constants and variables in the messy system of equations of life so his view of life may not be as dysfunctional as he thinks it is it's like the decimal re presentation of pi after all, irrational as all get out but it's consistent after all consistently irrational and consistently predictable
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5 Reviews Added on July 27, 2014 Last Updated on July 27, 2014 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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