Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Bats Still Day By A. B. Thomas



Bats in the belfry
Crazy
Loco
Coo coo
BAT SHYYYYYYYT KA RAZE EH
It’s all the same;
Just a turn of an idiom
To define the basis of tainted lucidity
Bats in a belfry sleep
Defecate
Fornicate
Awaken
Screech
Whimper
Placate
Aggravate
The noise
The clatter
The splatter
The life
Within the a confined bastion of acceptability
Yet to chaos ascribed
As unwelcome
Therefore
A bat-less belfry
Silence
Emptiness
Naught more than the occasional
Skittering of insectual appendages
Within
Unhumanitated save for occasional maintenance or ceremony
Whilst the fluttering activity is reserved
For bending towards sympatication
In sublimitive correlation of outside factors
If nothing else
Is a definition of uniqueness
For structure is predictable
To be an individual is to clasp unto one’s chaos
To what contributes to such a negative connotation
Of having bats in the belfry then
Could it be that within the engineered and architecting
To comply with the intended functionality
There is a foulness of life littering the floor
Permeating the atmosphere with its pungent expression
That besmirches the banal impressionism of singular definition


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