The new 'realism' as expounded by Felix

"the alliterative platitude world-weary
  coming to mind"
                                                 (Frank Samperi, The Expulsion)


It's too anthroporeal, says the chic Roi, with
  glee,
that a void absurd judgementally human thing
  as 'me' shall fly-

or  the being-er, thought or rather a type of
  theory rooted deep in
   guys who try

to always stretch or rejig ugly brunal worlds of
   their choosing

Oh! Bachelard, elard........

At any or over my dead dream, explanandum
  sensual we may be, a relief from
  le  Maître -

as every smiley Po saith, superidealist-

at best a red momenta in
                       a
                         fallible
                                 frog
                                       eye

   
                            (we'll always be)