Typewriter

I wonder if I can type this out
Nigh blunder when I write this out
But the tight lipped mouth
Can just as easily send things south

The message moves messenger
Messiah moves method, myrrh
Frankincense, making cents
Shekels, shilling and gold
Billing told of his coming

Cave paintings count
Cavemen painting, words
Though, in sense, of intense
Hunting and gathering
Against, battling for survival

Sumerian summers
Chisels as runners
Euphrates cradles these
Infant, etchings old
Like kvetchings

Hieroglyphs highlighted
Halicarnassus hecatombs
Nile reeds, logographs read
Symbol, of Ra, of Isis wrote set of
Soot and water on papyrus, Rosetta

Phoenicians phoneticize
Fun for Ephesians to Phoneme prize
Wisdom, wizened them
Ancient, a pillar of classic
In ages, a pillar that seem to last since Jurassic

Latin loving Legatus
Leave legacy in Lexicon
Romulus and Remus, wrongs writes Realist
Reticent, a column of Stoicism
Read instant, all of them of knowing wisdom

Kyoto katatana
Kanji konjured on Katana
Hiragana on Inariyama
Discipline, a white yojimbo haiku
Made like Dakuten dots in limbo, you
Mounted moors and mamluq
Mastered Mongols
Saladin stopped paladins
Ayyubids, of Arabic
By the bid of Salaam

Gutenburg goldsmith
Granted glory
Printing pressing, ending oppression
Learning, pass a torrent
Yearning masses absorb it

Hvem, who, Hansen
He has hatched his
Rev. Rasmus’ writing ball, atmosphere write it all
Next complex qwerty typewriters
Vex perplex wordy rhymewriters.

Computer
Can confound CEO
Poets go, know it though
Paid for typing,
Not writing so I can get paid
Disguising it, because inside I have nothing to say
To them

See, my chest is a jade hemp impressed palimpsest
Progressing and carapaced to a yojimbo’s armor
Bushido, I bleed torrent ink, fight Warlords,
Kamikaze, I write not for Lords, but the Divine Wind
I divine in my dojo. The Nile flowing, knowing, Knowledge homing to my brain
Rev Rasmus’s writing ball, signal hit past this inciting my inner Solomon
Shamanic demonstrations occur
on my external dermal abrasions
Transformation happens, skin turned to papyrus
Displays in my form placed in a new echelon
On and on, om. My Will, earthen
My legs pillars of classic construction
Arms stoic tools for the destruction of the junction that’s been
Clouding shrouds the seas of Pleas to the divine
Wielding a samurai sword I seek to align the is with should be
Chiseling, I crave to paint the pointed point of the message
I, was and will always be, phonetic, morphemic, pictographic, logographic, photographic, the Word
Salaam