a sentient

I almost failed to remember
my obligation to see myself
withdrawing from my mental exile
in a self induced coma.

a State of the Union
Pharaoh’s Dance.

All buses are sponsored
and waiting under the bridge
away from the Eye of the Beholder
away from the Thunderstorm of Hail and Fire.

The path to the dystopian future
is laid out through the parting of mind.

(Sea of Reeds)

Don’t jest and perform miracles
while stuck in limbo
frozen in salto mortale
over abyss of self awareness.

domestic misdemeanors

Egg trays
toothbrushes
latex gloves
musical condoms and postcards
soiled diapers
Planck’s constant.

She likes her neighbor next door, –
his canary likes her pussycat.

Kitchen cabinets
fire escape ladders
toilet orchestras
and bathtub operas.

“Our elevator doesn’t make any stops at the Purgatory”

new revolutions, –
same old regimes.

Same good old dead comrades, –
they fought for peace
and it peacefully disposed’em.

“All they needed was love”.

Cockroaches
squirrels
mouse droppings
a cotton candy
a strawberry dish soap.

I love you, – you love me,
I need a new rubber duck,
because the old one has moldy odor,
and hers needs a battery replaced.

Sticky-notes secrets
domestic misdemeanors.