my Rorschach life
blotches
–causing hives I hide
in pareidolias
(pair of doilies)
but also a doggy and a kitty and a boat
Look! Look!
(before it shifts)
Is it just me, or do you see that too…?
several freeze frames
>synaptic snaps<
nailed to mind’s eye are fixed and
crucify hope
(forgive-me-Fathers with plenty of “as if’s”, “what if’s” and “if only’s”)
but create an interesting stigmata
–red sky blossoms in shapes of true love
some celluloid reels
play–
spliced by time
(or flapping in wind-machine breeze)
–updates,
number of reruns,
fluid POV and paradigms
remastering outcome
almost continually
. . .
ok. Continually.
words, though.
. . .
mostly words
make up these shapes resembling ships
–passing or missing,
incoming or asea–
poetry and questions,
soliloquy and rant
parody and oration
prayer and entreaty
–the treaty following M–
bendable and elastic,
these compounds
are phonetic
are beautiful!
(and hateful)
(too many)
write
and far too few
(wrong)
no take-backsies rule preceding, I
can’t un-communicate anything!
I
. . .
Not a thing. . .
and sorry
(beyond Indian dress)
is just one more
echo in an
unmovable
M T
(mountain)
room.
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