I hear the voices of words in juxtaposition
I decipher with a creation of reasoning in
ways which the impetus was never intended
I fictionalize elements of theatrics in my head
and feel my way about as though I have intention
yet, when I wake up scattered from a dream, I
feel I have got hold of a grand intention with
purpose and origin, though the origin is unknown.
When I get in the car I become aware of being
and all of its heads like balloons painted with
lipstick and carrying fire crackers. The many
headed reasoner whose intestines are churning,
looks with his eyes in the rear view mirror
and casually shoos away a fly as he puts the
car in reverse.
2017 Ronald J. Hoffman, Roaming Snyder Publishing.
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