I’ve left my brain
–logically speaking—
in a lurch
. . .
my write brain
overloaded
scrambling
ambidextrous in the aftermath
(thank God math’s over)
so
I
seduced
induced
created a mock-up mind
smoke, mirrors
(so status quo)
and hot air
(for that must-have popcorn popper)
kinda like a pontoon that isn’t fully inflated
(it won’t win any Stanley cups)
and like any jerried Rig, there are
…ahh
deficiencies
mutations
complications…
cortical bridge overwhelmed by
bawling
bellowing
billowing boat sails
that plays havoc with recall,
and port to port cargo
(I ship you not)
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