© Frank H. Jump
October 14th, 2007:
Not, To Hell With The Expense, But – The Expense of Hell
The randomness of presence
Helps me
Stay focused on now
To never say
At this point in time again
When now
Is in focus
When the focus
Is simply
Now
The kindest essence
Lets me say
Focus on now
Gosh darn
To Hell With The Expense!
(Hell is much too expensive)
Expel a mighty expenditure of Hell
In one joyous
Simple blast
Not the last time to focus on later
Nor the last time to focus on then
Nor the last time I focus on yesterday
The price of Hell is too costly
High time to ignite the bill
With hopes to lead a transparent life
Clouded with rich color
Corrosive nostalgia
There’s no color redder
There’s no rest for rust
Burnt orange
Verroesten
Nooit rustig
Never resting, rust
Constant cinematic critical
Rewrites of a prescient past
As intangible as memory
Tangled
Tyrannical
Impossible rewrites
Never written rightly
Caustic nostalgia airbrushed
In a toxic indelible
Aniline ink-splattered past tense
Choking in a glycol ether cloud
Clutching
Holding onto pain for fear of
Having nothing else
But a silly jawsprung grimace for a smile
Plaudits the surrender
To hell with that precious costive clutch
Release release tender trancelike
Relinquish and rattle those tiresome marrowbones
Succumbing to the absolution of a hegemonic tyrant
To Hell with the expense
Hell is much too expensive
Detonate one expansive expenditure of Hell
In one bleeping fleeting blast
Adrenaline rush poised for anxiety
Needn’t go waste when tossed at ecstacy
A blind exacting throw
Keeps the tinnitus tooting the trumpets
Till my at once is in synch with me pronto
Till my right now is curled up tightly in six dimensions
My potentiality blue shifts toward my center.
Not the last time to focus on later
Nor the last time to focus on then
Nor the last time I focus on yesterday
The price of Hell is too costly
High time to ignite the rewrite
Of a past which can never be rewritten
In spite of what science may bend
I’ve run out of space-time to hold fret
For a future that has yet to be poison penned
This path is beat
Quite nearly spent
I mourn the precious hours that went
And now the quest
Compulsive bent
To hammer out which path is best
With life so fleet
And heaven sent
Struggling just to make a dent
Without a rest
In my ascent
I wonder if it’s all in jest
(The joke’s on me)
To Hell with the expense
Hell is much too expensive
Hey you holy rollers!
High time to surrender
One expansive expenditure of Hell
In one simple bleeping
Fleeting
Big Bang
Nadruk op nu
Focus on now
A work in progress by Frank H. Jump for Reverend Carlton Pearson
