whined the Health-Conscious Poet:

he lied about his stagnancy because of a

disaster, inanimate animation, brain fried

don’t take it personally

replicas buy you in a grocery store

the sedated tourist replacing originality

the outdated, dejected pastor is sanguine

projecting a rejected sub linear voice

up high,

forward movement,

momentary rest

chastened momentum,

charting a cliff diving teased disaster

stuck on this lifeless object

the engine no longer matters to the

unbidden conductor

like an involuntary narcissus

like an involuntary narcissus

seventy two hours

on a dead-end carousel

45 minutes before

the double-headed

bully of time knocks me

into the deep

outmoded world

will the depth of water

as instant coffee in a toaster bath

might discover analytically

demonize, energize, and spiritualize,

n’appel jamais l’effervescent parc des chiens

involuntary inspiration

vanished happiness

lyrical creation

angry suggestions

returned darkness

outside of normalcy

the upper hand is half full in the

curse-less fragile bipolar femme

thus, art is an exhibited design

for rotten apples shrieking, “ART!”

an admitted, archived privilege

consistant

regular

originality

restriction

causes

overeating

inexpensive terrorism replaces originality:

whined the death-conscious poet

now waiting in line

to turn introspection to introspection

to broadcasting their significance to

omnipotence