Mutation corrects the snake’s migraine eyelid.
A mass of kinetic ectoplasm unsticks from my leg, delivering
the pizza’s glans.
Happy processor and liquid hashtag meanwhile align into anatomically neutral hemispheres –
i.e. a grid of psychosis rolling across gaping little trunks on a demon axis of severe plush.
Alarm cancels the voice in my head.
Revenge as a stimulant dyes Snow White’s vine meta-ghetto.
Necromancy haunts death’s inflation with fantasy static.
The amusement park levitates
as one piece of holy
Eyestalks succumb to wonder, not alarm.