rebooted
escape from
voices
in this head

poems from a paper moon
electric, eclectic
rising from phases
and praises of doom

cats and
guns
alcohol and
computers
failed systems,
structures set at
odd angles

passively aggressive
and
tripping on thirsty dreams
he is hardly classic
and almost contemporary

a half poet
slung in
a limited line

with brain cells posted
like overgrown trees
and hosted
by grizzly warlock geometries

demented and
cemented
in an anarchy
that emanates from the pelvis
to claim the throat

he speaks of prayers shouted
when no one is listening
warped and wrapped
among silver bodies glistening

it’s a small town vision
erratic and
multiplied
by satan’s diversity

hot headed

hollow hearted

hermetic

there is no
process
just a
three dimensional
paper stained dot

writing
like riding
a roller coaster
swift thoughts
in downward motion
reprised with
languid reactions
and not every word
needs an adjective