You worry language and retreat into abstraction
drama-splicing without the usual abracadabra-ness
bottlenecking the roundabouts in your brain . . .
Adult playpens are popping up in motion-sickness modules . . .
It's summer and the waters are being tested . . .
Have you noticed the side show in the condiment aisle
at the supercenter ? . . . Check it out
before it's dismantled along with the floodgates
of your former fabrications with odysseyites
collecting empties for eternity's sake strategically positioned
to reduce obfuscation . . .
And yet the takeaway remains dicey . . .
The unconscious, as always, is elsewhere, yes? . . .
