depersonalization nation
aka headfuck which was the verbal tic of
a boy we knew after too much frogblotter
for this poet that cute speckled frog psychedelisized
those strange young breasts on the blind faith album
this almost led to schizoid splitting at 12 those breasts
already trip inducing blueveiny with translucent points
now fast forward to trips taken non lysergic induced some
53 yrs later during the great pestilence
yesterday while driving on longtrod streets (this after narrowly
missing a shooting in hipster park from hell) i looked up at the
ugly cake shops +restos serving 20 buck cocktails to cockswains
and i was unmoored
moments of where am i were long +offput depersonalization
blooming that dreaded twin of covidfog a milder form of brainfuck
unless u are 90 +delirium sets in your mind never to be heard
from again
adrift is the new normal bouts of vertigo crying in local metro
+facing the hard cold fact of a heartless corona one that lodges
in the braindrain
i now know how i would handle war clawing my way over bodies
selling my soul+body and giving up names it seems the survival
instinct is the killer instinct in sheepsclothes i would do anything
to get out alive not to mention what i’d do to save my mother
u too exalted? too moral? how about when the alternative is: to be
placed on a stage +forced to have sex with ones father? a regular
Nazi pastime (yes)
OK now how about u? u ready to climb over the semi-dead too?
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Summer 2022 ..this is an unmoored poem..
songanddancegirl 