BABEL’S STAIR
A priest just faved my last tweet.
A DJ saved my life.
Isn’t it amazing how we’re all just
getting along in a language
that’s the bastard love child
of Norman soldiers
chatting up Saxon barmaids?
Quadruplicity drinks procrastination
says Bertram Russell.
Since fourfoldness, being an abstract
is teatotal, while unsound
it’s not meaningless.
Colourless green ideas sleep furiously
says Chomsky.
But while there’s gno place like Noam
the garden anticipation of spring verdure
enviously hued belies invisible labours
bereft of light beneath.
Dream becomes action.
Toss the word salad.
When we can’t agree on nonsense
When we can’t agree on nonsense
It’s a wonder we understand
each other at all.
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