the disadjuster
uber-unmensched
whos hands are these . . .
world
gone
2d
like a waldo / wally foldout
a quiet crisis
matrix-like
in
its
glitching
~
i take off my glasses
& there it all is
its impressionistic
with drunken clarity
& undeniably real
longshadow me longcasts
across the lawn & cat
& the shrill grunt
of a
handbrake streetside
wedged
itself
inside
a
crack in time
postman i thought
or
the stepsons
who visit
across the road
~
&
i
travelled around the world 100 times
in
that
single smudge / one planck unit
of
afternoon sun
mainly geopolitical
but
looking for magic
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