Radical Islam—as if
"3-dimensional represenations of a 4-dimensional thing"
could re-transform
with diction of vengeance
the materials
of a hologram
in the city of bloody lips
Legible sensories malfunction
a single fleck plume of perfume breathy bows
of a blooming unalterable impartiality
WHY AM I WEARING A HAT
on a day like today
The ice in the water has melted
I drink to you
with "trammels of precision"
like a televised war
The windows disappear
into the doors bad philosophy
anatomical into spaces that are quite economical
You make me feel Radical
If ever there was a place
in need of more comedy
this is the time
I will write the Afterword later
I walked past a graveyard whistling a melody
A group of ghosts perched upon a gravestone "booed" me
Just call me Boris Karloff
as I walk past your residence
as loathsome as a crippled carriage as slow as a Mummy
A bamboozled child screams for his mommy
dropping his iPod iPad earbuds cell phone
I wait for you to notice Maybe you heard
the horror of the child but suddenly
I notice that the light in your home
loses its sunshine
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