the world is turning backwards.
a particularly odd frame of mind —
over-the-top over heels and down the stairs
toppled crate after crate of florida oranges;
bloodsucking monsters have become my friends
recently, through a series of pictures
that flash over and over and put me in
a particularly odd frame of mind —
a coiled wire strikes at my neck
the best whiskey in the world couldn't save me now;
superman seems to have partaken of it, and now he's in
a particularly odd frame of mind —
the noise blasting at my brain, at
a particularly odd frame of mind —
an earthquake of IQ 150 cackles like a wicked witch
a sea of green, a sea of green, a sea of green;
rows and rows of god only knows
boxes and boxes of the hounds and the foxes
years and years of sedentary fears
a particularly odd frame of mind —
2 comments:
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sad????
oh, okay then. it's very evocative though. incredibly well written.
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