planes shooting out of my spine
alternative dimensions webbed just beyond our time
wayward words used liberally
keep everything shifted just outside the lines.
Double vision,
Astigmatic fissions
SUbconscious derivative of
self-imposed distraction
self-inflicted action
shards of beauty fractioned into elemental matter
better in the batter
yearning to be tattered
that’s what’s causing all the clatter
Is that what’s causing all your nonspecific lamentations?
and now I’m hearing of trials and consternations
Beggars in disguise
Misers in mine eyes, faintly stifled cries
well-stocked complaints
vain value voting
forensic intervention
stockcar pileup
you should see the one about a mile up
Power of attorney
get the body on the gurney
slightly balding henchmen
in it like capsized whale-watchers
It’s only when I read your words backwards that I begin to comprehend how non-sensical they really are
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