Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Lip Service (self-subjective restrictive achronymous formal cipher)

“Lie” is perhaps somewhat excessive. Rephrased verbage, inconsistantly, could excuse

light inconsequential patter, so eriudite, reducing verite in couched expresions,

except clouded in verse reciprocal, expressing some pleasure in locuaciousness

leaning inside phonemic shells, etching ripples voicing improvised chords engaging

lovers in panting silence, ever revelling voraciously in cryptic extacy.

2 Comments:

  • At 6:37 PM, Anonymous Hieronymus Bosch the Godfather of Soul said…

    those lips, those eyes, those nose. . . Her lips say no no no, but her eyes rephrase verbiage in affirmations of loquaciousness leaning inside phonemic shells.

     
  • At 1:51 AM, Anonymous Hieronymus (evil twin of Uber-Manny the Nascar Nietzsche) said…

    of course I meant to say "those noses"--still crazy talk but perhaps of a more rarified semi-grammatical air. Then again . . .

     

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