The tequila bottle’s worm opened
the cap and crawled his drunken way out
– while the destinies of our hearts are entwined,
beating to the number seven.
The mechanism that raises the sun,
yellow, in the sky each morning
has broken down.
– The sign says
pneumatic valve needs replacing.
Spring grows black crocuses
among wilted autumn leaves, while
damp from shower –
emollient skin glistening,
the one-eyed baby emits its’ obstreperous cries.
And the first scene of this nightmare
is, to use a dysphemism,
a simple ‘hello‘.
This odd bit of whatever it is came out while I tried to put the pieces of this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #56 into some puzzle-like order. Don’t know exactly where this came from, but I would definitely call it a nightmare…