A semen-slathered robotic arm held the
Log Lady's log.
A sliver of the intrepid selfie it
helped take would drift
through Special Agent Dale Cooper's
Power-Point presentation.
A catapult stationed in the heart of
Saturn's ball pit
would distort the sky; on entering our
atmosphere, its rubbery
payload would catch fire in fern-like
strobes.
Lynch lets us explore the weird stages
of “home” for the can opener;
babies veggie-crawl from the mouths of
evil squeeze-bots
that assist in virgin births. Metallic
rooftops swarm
the mystery shoe.
Curly horse head wrapped in Neanderthal
bandana abuzz with recreating bonds –
for inside this wonderland-helmet a
glass Earth's sinuses
puff drone-transmissions. Laura
Palmer's yearbook pic reverberates with
extracts from an afterthought, as
preludes to an alternate reality but also as bait.
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