The artifact

one

only one

preserved in howling sand

precious

digged, found, rigged, bound, brought to wisdom of the galaxy.

Sages three

from planets five (don't ask)

trembling dared look it

M'daath, the one with heads two never agreeing

venerated title

but

title of this dying little square of sheets thin

was what?

Language beings gone stayed behind

known

sages mastered it of

0f anlgaamerish  long dead script

written in three hieroglyphs

wall one, sign on buildings one, and quadrat flimsy artefacts devoured all by time, collected in some places easier to burn them.

since this one

/the heretical wise sect demanded there was compulanguage too, but no proofs remained/

Head second always first tried, always:

"It is a female insect hovering over food. See, (h)er and fly and food, butter. Dier it the owner, and Y a we know a city in the north. It will happen month May"

Head second pale jealous green against

"It is challenge fighting, see, kick butt, we met fore; means war.

Two females will kill other, flying. Mad to the death with drink of rye. Mye is a name not month. We know the owner of it know."

-------- name never said, the one in cloud eternal,

was slow as all snake people were

"It is a religious ritual, where food, butter is thrown to the gods above, can't you see. Butt up we know, its push up. And person will die will with knife of ry. An there is lament, we seen before, my, my,, my."

N, as all his flying species with one name letter hissed his say

"It is mating ritual, the butter not food but lubricant for male member entering the fly, fly covering sexual organ, we read that, obvious. Below is signatur of author, D. the fiery one. My was the god of this people. The pieces left are full of its name"

Days changed evenings dark, dark born rosy morn.

Wisest three sages from five planets (don't ask)

agreed

to disagree

there no agree

And sat around little square, possibly treasure history in

afraid open

what is not known

and looked, soaked, cooked in head, word on title page

puzzle unsolvable

glaring its letters at them.

Letters

saying

Butterfly

My Diary

inspiration

have i none

no in, no spiri, not an atom of ation

Melusine sound to me octopus with cold hard

what

the

hell

should i write about, out, tout, mout

gave me bed, gave me food i never had, gave smiles, never sincere

to be

herre

as poems can ordered be

as verse can fried be

as conjunction can fired be

im une, im one, im eno, im ano, im endo.....

fire

lethating all

fire

asnwer to me all

fire

is mine

Skill

Boy, girls

scouts learning

skills acquiring

them solitary pushing out

silence skill

One day,

hours rolling round your head,

times twentyfour

no of forming lips in sounds loving, hungry

silence skill

one day

hermit sittin lonely on the training tree

silence skill

why

are all boy girl scouts

skill of silence passed

most brilliantly saying nothing

now editors?

being silent

when you send your email docx heart to them

empty mail

received

I watch

for eternity

cursing

boy and girl scout

silence skill

The artifact

one

only one

preserved in howling sand

precious

digged, found, rigged, bound, brought to wisdom of the galaxy.

Sages three

from planets five (don't ask)

trembling dared look it

M'daath, the one with heads two never agreeing

venerated title

but

title of this dying little square of sheets thin

was what?

Language beings gone stayed behind

known

Head second always first tried, always:

"It is a female insect hovering over food. See, (h)er and fly and food.

Head second pale jealous green against

"It is challenge fighting, see, kick butt, we met fore; means war.

Two females will kill other, flying."

-------- name never said, the one in cloud eternal,

was slow as all snake people were

"It is a religious ritual, where food is thrown to the gods above, can't you see. Butt up we know, its push up."

N, as all his flying species with one name letter hissed his say

"It is mating ritual, the food not food but lubricant for male member entering the fly, obvious"

Days changed evenings dark, dark born rosy morn.

Wisest three sages from five planets (dont ask)

agreed

to disagree

there no agree

And sat around little square, possibly treasure history in

afraid open

what is not known

and looked, soaked, cooked in head, word on title page

puzzle unsolvable

glaring its letters at them.

Letters

Butterfly

The inn was full. He had departed,

to eat the common food as beans,

the waitress served him, kind-hearted,

she, knowing he was without means.

Princess came, alone, danger darted,

he fought, killing all, more than seems,

approached his love, bowing, farted,

and hanged for that, above the beams…

Tomb I

Epitath of dentist grave

"Here I filled my last cavity."

Tomb II

Six times a day a sack

of double Big Mac

put me in this final rack

P.S. The diet Coke did not help

Tomb III

This graveyard is so full of patriarchy

that I drank to death right here

to improve corpse diversity