life is a film
you are the screen
wordlessness is the case
the world appears in the screen
the screen does not appear inside the world
don't rush it
let this sink in
the senses need to be maple-leafed sometimes
to properly climb the stairwell of poetry
let go of all poor try
be cheery this midsommar time
like juliet of the spirits
ride little bicycles in the rain
fire the interpreters
undo rash ooh moon spell
the nipples are palpable, but what of it!
the scarecrows are a living pointy needle treetop
acorns boiling in a cauldron
black witch hat looking perfect
girlies picking pink rosies
she looks over her shoulder
don't answer the phone dearie
the call ain't coming outside the house
it could be your homie prankster
or it could be those two white horses
eager to play jumping jacks with you
but gather yourselves together
restrain those teardrops
such neuro muscular ventures
and dodecahedron earrings
detectives reading fiction with nary diction
i lichen your monocle
they are age-old wonders
lemme see her face again
all of this is such a wigwam
the bat girls are winking
no one wants to be caught off-guard
as they are draping their drapes
and mixing in the secret ingredient
unsmiling and sombre
black raven dance
morphing genetic fields
creased in and frozen
morgan free mansions twinkling
faithful wives rumbling
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