I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Carefully, I’ll show the puzzled alien the way Through the museum of monstrosities that make us human To that smiling stranger, who on any boring day
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Dark sweetness has its dangerous allure It promises to make you safe and pure Fit for enduring your boss’s blunt scorn
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Down we will fall, you and I Deep and soft will all of it be When pain and woe are no more Wink, and I will feel your eye kiss me
Digital dreams distract from daily doldrums Instantly, we can conjure cascades of characters who wish only to divert, stimulate, amuse
Dear Reader: Your eyes, the most public parts of your brain Slide smoothly over small symbols, arranged To conjure a microcosm and gain
Let’s pretend the worst is really over Carry on bravely toward what looks like The past, just before we dove for cover
Tautologies tantalize thoughtful types Taking things to torturous termini The teacher tells turgid tales, truly tripes;
The bed is made for unmaking’s sake Dishes are washed to new messes make Crisp laundry beckons stains From routine, meaning drains
Matter in motion Measured only by freezing Paradox performed
Cigarette sears snow Blanketing somnolent soil Dreaming of spring air
The river speaks blue Navy nouns and Venice verbs It demands justice
Sovereign stalagmite Heavier than villainy Gossiping with clouds
