Where's the boy? Choir: Where's the man?
Boy rhymes with man. Like boys rhythm men. (Or does it?)
OR DOES IT?
Like HOMO likes SAPIENS. (LIKES)
YIKES!
(a Latin IMPERATIVUS): anima, ANIMA, anima, ANIMA
(where's the rhythm&rhyme?)
I didn't like BUKOWSKI (CONFESSIONIS, CONFETTI)
Where's the boy? Choir: Where's the man?
Where's the chorus? Where's the chorale? Where's the HOMO SAPIENS?
Tuesday 18th August 2026 11:13 pm
A thousand icebergs could not come between us.
Before I realized:
that you weren't waiting
Not on a Sonnet, nor my rendition of CATS. (which doesn't exist)
But it wasn't. It wasn't for that.
You know. You know there's a silence between two pauses. Wherein I failed.
But still. In that one wise moment. That one icey moment. You hit me like an ICEBERG.
And then 10. Times 10 (100). Times 10 (1000)
A thousand icebergs could...
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