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
rampant silicone.
Eyestalks
succumb to wonder, not alarm.
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