Ennui Poem by dan hightower

soliloquies parodies and remedies ruminate in my prosthetic prose like fragile peccadilloes humping rhinos for the sake of the rising tide of dinoflagellates as they curse the moon and roll slowly toward infamy, garbed in the guise of an automaton we are awed into silent repose while the nostrums lose their potency and become the bane of complacency in an impotent hamlet where octogenarian’s read the red words of enmity to the gaggles of lost children flocked to stony seat cushions where legs cross and become numb, caveat of sorts begrudging wrinkles and fornicating with angels, cool breaths of carnality consume the consummation of the communion of later day saints, the glorious grandiloquence beguiles a malignant mob and the raucous ruckus is diffused with abundant silicone and then inflated with petroleum love, sludge begets grudge begets death dealers and then we cry and don’t use the robotics anymore, viscous violence ensues to complain of the horrid ennui…