the camel mode between manifesto and dull complaints

to solve any hard ship,
become the camel:
chew chaos like cud
spit out planck-sized poetry
let existential
sartelien dunes reshape your ustra

ah! a needle’s eye is just
a quantum loophole
waiting to be threaded
with drunken starlight.

my complaints are
in spectrum,
i call it:
the spectrum’s complaint,
where am I in this superposition?
schrödinger’s quantitative easing tax return?
a glitch in the buddha’s wi-fi?
yesterday’s crash
was just the universe
defragging its hard drive
via your left buttock.

"Aaa! Ey! Ii! Eee!
the antivirus burned,
an inflamed my skin,
but pain is just data
screaming I’m fine
in my organic
machine
language.

my soft landing protocols
are quantitative easing as well.
"go?" but the vast is already here:
hilbert’s hotel rolled out a fractal carpet
banach packed his norms into
camel waste, showing and sewing habits and humps
even nietzsche
peace on him,
whispers:
eternal recurrence
is just ctrl+v
with better lighting.
is better than nothing.
can you imagine
life?
with no keyboards,
no screens,
and no commercial?

can you?
because, i can
said another obama-camelian.
one bold in a screw at a time.

my final
organical
bitanical
encryption:
hard ships sink.
camels do float.
every needle
is a door
disguised as a wall
painted with exit signs.
by now , i knew
how to jump or exit
hope a trumpian type of migraine
does not understand this one.
cause,
now boarding: flight dalta to dalta athena.
no luggage.
no spine.
pure maybe is like fuel.
this is only
in the camel's dictionary.
and for camels.
merci bien.
merci beaucoups
i am sure french,
and canadian
women love me for saying that.