Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we
propose to posit prose poetry,
forming forms of continuous connectivity
to communicate considerable
contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you'll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft we've wrought, and revealed thusly;
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Postcard From Hell

Perspicuous imprecations, as opposed to imprecise,
provide direct dichotomizations in each didactical device.
Who can count convincingly on perspicacity?
Of us two, it must be you, unless, at times, it's me.

If you see self-flattery, then you think you're hot snot.
Infelicitous inflations of self-view is all I've got.
What I meant, my true intent, is simply to propel
the perspicuous imprecation implication, 'GO TO HELL'.

When I told you, 'GO TO HELL', did you know where I meant,
and think that it's quite possible my words were heaven sent?
I'm no priest (to say the least), and just little more than layman.
So my GO, as you now know, refers intransitively to