Miracle Implant

you got a brain in there you're reading this when's the last time you found yourself using it to continue assembling the puzzle pieces in the proximity of an existential grievance minus the usual cheap suit wonderment in agitated defense of your cosmic rights with a recognition that truth is a good buzz for all you approval junkies out there chronically frightened in the absence of threat evil continues lurking beneath the bed given certain necessity preconceptions about life and fate and disinhibition shouting up periscope blindness is so passe the actual eventual bearing down on your position across eons of engineered and directed darkness Little Jimmy Nickjean flicked his Bic against the fuse simply tired of the the chronic trickery delivered doggedly right between the ribs by the nearest Projectionist Union gangster right on schedule a pretext of need in tow Jimmy's rangy accomplices in distracted liberation hoisted high the jolly skull and crossed swords First Mate Nutmeg Lieberman's hips were heaving like a flat bottom skiff in a Santa Anna swell oars pumping biting into the foam swamped by her peculiar passions screaming with abandon in concluding fruition splintering windows in a large radius causing dogs to break their chains and hump their masters' legs or any errant pedestrian caught in the open tails wagging tongues flapping filling gaps in logic with fantasy and absent minded indifference our parched and pale poet questioning the infinite minutiae the typewriter in his head going clackety clack until the cows come home and goats and pigs and ducks and parrots an unwished list of the persistently dismissed