Dementia Moderna

Poetry organizes
This chaos inside
My head
Falling
Words
And
Rhythms
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Tumbling
Around my head
5,000 Ad Impressions
Per diem
Rhetoric
Duplicity
Spooks —
Watching me in my head
Everybody’s Judging Me
(This is you…too)
Though I’m swimming through myself
The curtain’s pulled and the
Only Wizard left standing
Is the naked poet, tearing
Down your walls with
Symmetrical condensation
Even if the drops take an
Eternity, they will nourish
The lichen in your mind
And undo your construction
That keeps you from your fellows
And your obligations to your community.