vlasic brain

nonsensical approx. 5-minute poem written at work, published as a zine.

I’m a sus leprechaun

honey’s wild oats xandu khan

smoked peyote since as a zygote

kinship with a decrepit spigot

radioactive imaginary figments

cool but there’s no one else here to dig it

cut to break & cowboy killers

hyperactive for a mundane distiller

stellium in Capricorn makes a willer

for all the made-up words febriler

a zen schizo sphygmoid of iller

choleric mantras of gypped proverbs

b-sides, irony spores, ac/dc subcognitive germination

the ophiuchus collection

but I’m a weepy punk

a dreary bunk

I’m a moo duck

a wolverine yuk foo

of f*****g weirdness gumshoe

but a mental roarin’

I dn’t look too much at me because that mirror can get rorrim

pseudo-spatial hyperawareness and head germs

twitching soaps and snapped synapses

out of the molasses headspace where memory lapses

jesus I would let my stream-of-consciousness pickle a sec in vlasic