Restore the factory settings of my heart
Eight thousand puzzle-piece
butterflies
fill the memory carded banks
of discarded blank
cyberspace Alzheimers.
An empty room with silhouetted views,
creating illusion imitating
hallucinations
of a promise to reinstall the words lost
to safety proof
false parachutes.
Without canvas-sized,
indestructible evidence
or ink-based remembrance -
only erasable by flames,
flood or
unsign...
Wednesday 17th April 2024 7:06 pm
Jesus Wept (Unfinished Poem)
Here the crow starves, here the patient stag
Breeds for the rifle…
i.
Special Needs of the Entitled
Orange jackets dressed in disguise
as multicolored coats
in the town of naked emperors
on their knees
at the foot of a hollow throne.
Fifteen minutes of spotlight
is sold at crossroads
for souls
trapped under mouse mind control
damaged and caged
in happy-ever-after city.
B...
Thursday 4th April 2024 4:59 pm
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