As the 4 AM hour
approaches
& reggae music
& drugstores
& comedy of errors
the stripped down verse
attempts meaning
persuades its way
onto page
in top secret form
with no rules
or preconceptions
No, we will not
allow that
pure imagery
forcibly thrown
out of skull
in violent fury
the fates
spare no victims
time is time
& when it’s up
it’s up
& that’s that
& we all
deny it
pretending
it’s a hoax
a grand illusion
a bad dream
we’ll awake from
Ha!
guess again
guess again
this is reality
so you damn
better
get used to it
“ ...thrown/out of skull...”
Good definition of what the poet does! ~S~
my skull expectorates a lot
my skull expectorates a lot of rubbish--and a few gems