CHANGELING




my neurotic wind-chimes clinking
and dulling my sense of sequence
my yowling apathetic cavalcade of introversion
failing once again to acquire absence of pretense
another 24 rotations of presupposed gyrations
spent merely choking back the hatred
and swallowing putrid promiscuous plunder
basically just simmering resentment
cloaked artfully in euphemistic peach-snizz
plagued daily by the subliminal hyper-suggestive
inconceivable concept of bizzarro-world entropy
manufactured deep down in the unexplored bowels
of an ever expanding idealistic eye
made aware by being pulled kicking and
screaming into sudden lucidity
glazed over - squinting
no longer hinting
only winking
methodically