Dementia Moderna
Poetry organizes This chaos inside My head Falling Words And Rhythms |||/|||| || ||| 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.