FAST DESCENT 4-25-75
Hurtling through the mirror maze
young-old embryo. Contorted, misshapen,
falling back one eye. Cry “Please!” Cyclops crazy
beady, heavy. Where am I?
Who?
Brown, old contankerous brazen
witch bitch delirious. Stop! Simple smirky
purple prude. I am the glamorous sham.
Damn.
Staccato waltz, loping trot, forget-me-not, do.
Who?
Who is that spinning, passing prisms
fancifully, fragmented to pieces. Vertigo.
Butch fem all of them am I–Please, no.
Red. Gaping maws dirty paws
shiny smelly ripened belly.
Yes, no, true. My God
hell-o.
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