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Welcome welcome and welcome

And tonight to either

Entertain enthral excite

Or perhaps bore your socks off

We have the button pushing

The ever pretentious Pot stirrer

Be wooed as he holds reason to ransom

And ransacks the nether regions of outer imagination

Folks for one night only the

Unenviable pious ruffian presents a performance of no

Other a voyage into an imaginarium of sorts

Without further ado let him cast apparitions from the

Wildest edges of your own figurative tethers

Ladies and gentlemen please put your hands together

There is no title no beginning nor end

before we wander should issues of role, purpose

Some kind of fixation on meaning or borders

Dare I say ‘art’ intrude into the reality of these lines

I suggest you

Entitle this what you Wish, but it would be especially Wise to add to this unblank blankness a fitting expression, which is befitting to you.

let me experiment with your imagination
one day they'll all look back and know this is my greatest accomplishment

a spontaneous flutter of the hand
and then my audience may be captivated if in fact
this were the realm of hands
alas the realm of imagination is not so precise
is it a hand or tentacle that creates

 the symbols you read the digestion that feeds

your brain seems to maintain

a strange dichotomy between
the wax filling your ears and the clarity

of your voice how the better

to be deaf and to always talk talk never

listen and that is the undeniable

proof and truth this theorem was founded

today to keep your interest and

the land fill yesterday was littered with corpses
for indeed, aren't we all

wasting space yes of course the imaginary space

of our imaginations but no I was talking about those

 piles of refuse we call

beloved comrades come now don’t be modest hopefully

 you were able to perform

that enviable skill of intellect joined the dots and yes

you did conceive that cemetery

and did you indeed see what I saw

yes a pile of trash waste is the word but for the moment
please let us not allow

our imagination to intrude too much on the scenery need

 I say one day the sunrise

 for I imagine which is inevitably inaccurate that one
day not in a dream I shall

stand atop a mound of corpses and then you will all regret

the disdain building inside

your throats and the phlegm that you feel is the literary worth

 before you yes spit it out

but to your own peril

the horizons of imagination will eat us all
dam us to stare at corpses

 and visit rubbish dumps after all today is

the day we recycle, I suppose
recycled life has taken on somewhat of a new

 meaning and do I hear you

proclaim I never wanted to embark on this morbid

curiosity well to that I say you

 have and you can't stop reading now no because

at this point you are convinced

the subject matter of this poetry is the antithesis of

why you continue to read it

of course I am alluding to your fixation you perverted

undeniably disgusting loathsome

objects why does your imagination allow you to project

into this same territory of course

I insult you at my peril but doesn't a tale of smelly corpses

 provoke you somewhat more than

some other veritable cliché yes I admit there is no philosophy

 to this I am simply a pot stirrer and

 this is too simple perhaps you shall choke on my phlegm

but you know for me

 this is the most worthwhile thing finally

 someone to hear me

and the beauty is that you can never interrupt
except unless you decide

 to pause perhaps drink a glass of water
maybe instead champagne

Now look back aren't you impressed with where you have wandered
I believe you should read this

 all again when you are sober for right now you are intoxicated
and in the throes of passion
for once your imagination has congealed into something beautiful beyond
comprehension or at least this

 was my goal you simpletons don't even understand what you’re sitting on

sitting, standing, reading

what is the difference really the truth is in the eye of the beholder
but you my dear audience

have fallen into my own little truth
I fear we shall meet again
but by this information I am pleased you
I fear are taxed well its time

 you went off now and played now think for a minute

 rewind as you do and contemplate

what was this all for anyway once you realise that it was

 all a game you may become irate

 I will suggest but in any case thank you kindly for your

Service these words are nothing

without a dialogue and you may think I am good for nothing

that I am painful and a talker
I claim to be a good liar and consequently

eloquently simple

dear companions although I have despised you
greatly I have also loved

and so much greater is it to love and lose so I conclude

 this saga of corpses

of writing of walking of riding to somewhere
perhaps you may fill us

all in yes that is your task before you are allowed

 to read anymore for what

good is pleasure without first failing miserably
adieu adieu that marks the

end of my engagement with foreign language
do not be offended I told

 you I am simple simple as they come and this

 will puzzle you until one

fine day
you will see it

and you

will hate me as

much as

I have hated you

this is the truth
the whole truth and nothing but the truth
so help you god

so pat your minds on the back and your imaginations

fickle humble sirs well-to-do ladies and most gentle of gentlemen
I give you the end the final conclusion
the see-you-later for I hope I will be back wish me well for my encore
for the truth is I shall miss you

farewell