Immeasurable Outcomes: Evidence-Based Irrelevance

It’s about leveraging potential income
to enhance output-maximizing sustainability . . .
It’s about de-funding unsustainable income outcomes.
It’s about results-based data-enhanced paradigm shifts.
It’s about demobilizing upward mobility:
dis-empowering gentrification
by underfunding the over-entitled.

It’s about de-funding unsustainability
until the immeasurable metric is globally assimilated.

It’s about the designated data-driver.
It’s about memes as theme schemes.

It’s about complicating competence
through collaboration in collusion—
intentionally replicating re-branding.
Effectively identifying best practices of the best-dressed actresses
until the girl in the t-shirt says meh.

Meh girl

 

Intellectuational Linguistics: Benchmarks for Bench-Warming

The author, after recently publishing

Working to Frame Approaches Towards Approaching Frameworks:
Contextualizing Systemic Interventions as an Interventional System in Context

collaborated with herself and co-wrote

Granting Greater Rights to Grant-Writers:
Turning Down the Echo in an Eco-Downturn.

Both papers were well-received and build on the strength of the author’s initial work, published in 2027, entitled:

Speed-Dating the Data: Progressive Measures towards Measurable Progress

The author’s third paper examined day-by-day data deterrence as a strategy to enhance documentation of impact towards tracking the implementation of benchmarks. The main thesis of the author’s 78-page analysis was that out-dated data, when out on a date, flirts with obsolescence by trying to ford the current affordability when instead, it could be out-sourcing data while invoicing clients in adolescence—rather than dragging the river for dead data. All three publications are recommended and underwritten by overwhelmed authorized ghost writers and this blog.

 

PROMPT #8-2 :

think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem
[…] perhaps you can take inspiration from one of the business jargon phrases that seem to predominate in corporate environments

 

CHECK MY DATA-DRIVEN POETRY

 

NaPoWriMo Prompt #8

So far I have actually written 7 new poems in response to prompts, but today’s prompt is so near and dear to my poetic heart that I have already written some data-driven drivel and will bring out those past poems to match today’s prompt:

think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem
[…] perhaps you can take inspiration from one of the business jargon phrases that seem to predominate in corporate environments

Here’s my first:

Data Talks . . . Celery Stalks


Fata Morgana !

Crunch the numbers and look at the data. I’m like:
Measurable outcomes for pleasurable incomes—
incorporate outsourced inhuman resources in-house. I’m like:
indicators for vindicators.
It’s all about the data, mama—
so man up, sit down, and move forward
like hard apps on software, like ram on a gigabyte. I’m all:
sit up, move down, man forward;
benchmarks as milestones, stone benches as mile-markers
measuring the change-talk: obstetric metrics
played out for pregnant pauses.
It’s about throwing out the carry-on
It’s about unpacking the lost luggage
It’s about documenting best practices of undressed actresses
until the data-driver fails the breathalyzer.
The data tells a story—memes of mastery cast in plastery:
DUCK the FATA (morgana) !

Fata Morgana !

 

 

Seven Couplets for April

Repent therefore and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out,
so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord,
and that He may send Jesus Christ, who was preached to you before,
whom heaven must receive until the times of restoration of all things,
which God has spoken by the mouth of all His holy prophets
since the world began.                            Acts 3:19,20,21

That one thing we deserve, I dare to name:
Death, and then deathless torment in the flame.

But first, let go of bad theology
(all well-meaning misanthropology)

then send yourself a gentle gift, like this:
click: narcissistic selfie mirror-kiss.

The brightest song a body’s ever held?
The one that that broke your waters where they swelled.

You summon joy; that bitch stayed out too long.
Ashamed, she hastens, staggering along . . .

I’d be content to have (besides some wings),
just this: the Restoration of All Things

And then to you, if it were mine to give,
I’d give forgiveness. Seek the Lord—and live.

 

 

What do you deserve? Name it. All of it.
What are you ready to let go of? Name that too.
Then name the most gentle gift for yourself.
Name the brightest song your body’s ever held.
Summon joy like you would a child; call it home. It wanders, yes. But it’s still yours.
What would you give yourself, if you could have anything?
What would you give someone else?

PROMPT # 7