Scorpid

I used to think thought is based

Language or Experience,

mesmerizing an outcome

of modest copulation,

held as a real science,

then dressed as a cadaver,

perhaps in pin-striped suit.

All I really want is food,

fresh water, and my belly

forever implementing

reason’s volition, as when

violence dancing tango –

some aftermath ovulates

Scorpid

I used to think thought is based

Language or Experience,

or, Phenomenology,

or, Analytical Trad,

mesmerizing an outcome

of modest copulation,

held as a real science,

then dressed as a cadaver.

 

All I really want is food,

fresh water, and my belly

forever implementing

reason vs action, or

violence dancing tango

in some aftermath of yore

to drum-slats never beaten.