"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Friday, April 2, 2021

Cancellation of a fever dream

a slow rhythmic drone
fleshes out a technicolor ribcage
until trapped lungs bleat for freedom
and the nerves drift from the body
a forest learning to flee
from a quietly pixilating soul
that spent too long throwing spaghetti
and forgot it needed to feed
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Playing on YouTube at this very moment:
Sun Ra Arkestra, Seductive Fantasty (the inspiration for this poem)