Double Layer Pumpkin Pie
I was inputting foolish detriment, ocean
whirlpool. I thought pandemonium was
the only way. Common grackle, consumed
garbage, eventually graduated to spring
water. Suppose those are distinct trails.
Faded phases, hellish included. I drive
a mobile library, books on books. Currently
I’m parked halfway up a mountain near you.
Snow’s coming down almost whiteout. Ice
a slick black mamba. Severity peppering
the grid. I’m preparing, blood pump, thump,
pump. Meaty bass, unlikely odds hinder.
Negativity had better hush. My default setting
is clumsy. I’m often flat on the ground. I stand
back up and smile. An ultimate challenge
approaches. Juggernaut minotaur, piranha
mouth, his wicked force. An eon ago I would’ve
met him with .450 Bushmaster, this time I use
consciousness. Alleviate, attention, level up. I
would prefer tranquility, and maybe he would
too. I do feel hunted, I’ll go for avoidance.
I admit that if I’m cornered, world a cage, I’ll
swing. Until then I’m rolling toward the top.
Rising, songs in my head, whenever the
crash I did clean some.