a tax return for a bankrupt government of one.
a business plan where
the only profit is stolen office supplies.
a united nations speech
delivered to empty chairs made of noodles.

(my autist kid audits the books:
"your metaphors don’t depreciate correctly.")
two!!,
change in a changing world of moods as modes.
(my nodalities of defeat)

one can
switch between, a ceo of a haiku startup
(ipo: imaginary poetry offering. lpo and elle-pee-ooz are org staff and tough stuffings)
but for the sake of just listening
silently,order oneself or try to catch up with girls silly balls,
or boy sheila-bulls generational and racial dividing lines term and service.
i am
minister of disappearing sonnets
i have a mono--poly over street vendors,
selling used similes (50% off)
my campaign slogan is liz and
sam! girlish boy, and izla "ma bete noire
"vote for me,
i will mismanage your dreams
with professional negligence."

three, before 4 pm!
my noodle theory
all poems are
spaghetti codes
(no beginning, no end, just yo aal! dente confusion.)

my ramen manifestos
(or just stream of esteem rising like failed revolutions,)
macaroni sonnets,
an elbow-shaped for maximum inefficiency.

the oligarch’s kid slurps my
ode,
"this lacks umami and actionable insights."
four, and final 4, final output
(liquid assets, like it or nutts, is choice,
i am working on it.)

art and languages
is
a hedge fund where every metaphor shorts with me
and itself,
a political party
whose platform is intentional typos.
a noodle that outlives
its soup.
(i hit the mind wall.
the wall hits back.
the noodles might watch impassively.)
who knows?
art remains carving silence
from a rock of nulls,
just to hear the sound.
visual are always with
price tags.
i wanted ever wanted to be
crazy, or an actor crazy template.
but i never asked pay me as i am typing!!
no!
no
and million mo and moez.
karma, i am here, inside and lodged in
an inn,
something
in
between
warehousing,
housing for resting and and cooling off,
and housing for un---rested minds.
the united nation can't help me here.
but un--lessco would.
i garantee yo?
nine nine sevent sevent sevent per cent.
the teeth of eight
is implicit.
je cite, cite et cite.
encore, encore, et encore
je suis pas francais.
mais les mots, les verbes, les adjectiffe
sont le meilleur calibre chateau oh! encore un cule sale de brion deux pastec de les gagne gane et lessont les parties au affaires des cul de bourgoisie....qui encore salle et reste salle.
il faut avoir une salle avec une dalle solide et profonde. en buve et buve, chante les
fesse , come elle se dress,
comme toutes les nuits.
dada dar-ass
dar et dare, riant ensemble
les jambes croisent et se croisent,
une tempettem
des tempette
se nourit!!
ah aaa aaa
dada daaa da
dado down do do

the top cool "be flipped out"
scene is my soup in a my bole
with spoon is on the edge of my
curved table
waiting
and
close to failed scenes mode.
yeah! one can copy me.
i do need to copy.
i read and scan stuff.
say goodbay to classics,
(classics are for rich folks or whoever pretends to be.)
time is costly as to retain and safegarde avant-garde treasure of illusions.
sorry to keep yo treasure.
i have plants to feed and care,
urgent?
yes square is checked.
what else i need to check?
ah!
my exotic local plants.
good bey
or no bey's butts thin and thick kisses wont change a thing in this ether.
anyway!,
it is too late for belt your seat phase.
we are landing. tok yo! all around the planet including hash tag trees and plants.