Sixty Six Equals Six(Papa Chip)

1)66=6!
2)66=6!!
3)6=6,
4)6=6,
5)66=66!
6)~666.
7)~6.666666….
8)66!
9)6!
10)66=6.
11)66=6;
12)66=6.
13)3+3=6,
14)3+3=6.
15)33+33=66…
16)6=66=
17)66=6!
18)6…?
19)3..?
20)6!6!6!6!6!, 60?
21)0;…

The Brutalist

When surveying the populace,the poulticed. 
When lithely seeking little, then some.
When listlessly supine with genetic preference.
When so exhausted.

Then I compost elegies for energy. 
Then I gulp-up n’up-at a purpling rum serum. 
Then I beat root and inhale expansive post-portions.
Then I wall-mutter Hallelujahs, calling on miracles for minutiae.

All while intervening between fists!

And how I finally surmise a pre-Colombian sonrisa;
and how once disparate enough for fading begun.
And how laughing at America,
and the million maps of its sociologists—

I can’t desist;
replete.

For whom I reconsider resurrected cognates.
For which I step froggily acrost black steamy death below.
For whose spirit is suffused
of echo
of sapphire vocals—

For them I reel! For them I reel!

By which entertainment licked in Leger-like tubular shade.
By what edible coloring adjacent-to the pecked-at popular.
By freckling-why when slight and endeared. Why?

By sculpting consciously an open-circle epistemic dis-ease!

Now,
Hebraic-toothed,
I believe.

Now
rendering ash,
in perforations.

Now line miming
no-

Buddha’s quarters.

Now, is it the upturned mien before?

Now notchless,
a re-capitated grave.

Now barring this—

My lone winged
still-agile
biography,

my all thankful for,

but not,
penultimate yet.