brenda

mais oui!
vive la france!
vive la fronce!
mois ouis!
vive la france!
five la france!
vive la fronce
frit in fray
frow house
rontin ron ron tin
frepish in alabster frails!
fro the cotton lobster bib
[happer easter jolly grip!
plestering plexus plexium plexum]

emerge into an alternative line
called balanced and rational thought
the language of a cool mind
bound to eyes
no excess of libido, chi, or ojas

and then we can ask,
well, where does it go?
what action should be taken?
we should go this way instead of that?
who the fuck are you?
who the fuck am i?

within the basest cattegories
god cannot live
within the chase of batten flurries
grapes cannot give
the juice that becomes the wine.
ah, literature, coolness , optimism.
ah, the sunny day!
the sunny day!
it calls!
now, it calls!
flower pots
and argots!