Tuesday

Nurse!
Bring me my morpheme,
My instirational
Jream.

(+) [Prestige] speech
Inexhaustable like
Archtypical time/space
Or the memes of a million jingles
(Or, like, a jillion mingles)
Last seen in cataloguing
Ginging their knells.

This poem's fourty-eight
Words for words
(The same as before)
Were being deglossed
And deprocessed
For parity as promised

When something called
Puberty happened

And the critical period
Passsed.
And with it went
A steamy pile of syntax
And a smear of grammar.

WHO COULD HAVE KNOWN THIS?

Binge and purge,
Says the voice
In the voice,

Binge and purge.

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