When they say he's all wet
they're not talking about
how the rain, or transparency, got to him
but how his "Happiness"
seems far beyond the laws of probality
because his Depression is louder
than a 10 piece band, complete with horns !
this is too bad
because Dr. Sleep has always been within
screaming distance of the Void
This is when the ears begin to sweat
forced to listen to a Morality lecture
in a car of armed fascists
"Life, friends feels like a crash helmet with eyes/
where you can't help, but see the oncoming
Future, & not be prepared for the Impact
Sanity takinbg shape
in the guise of a test pilot
who lost control-
in a sky, which became nothing less
than the organized Panic
of Dreams
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Author:
Ron Marcus (
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- Published: July 27th, 2021 11:40
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
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