Alternative Ego
Mimetic kinetic imagery
of a blossoming Aprylic Me
riding a white spring
at three o”clock in the morning,
lucid hours on a yellow line
so far in Monday”s emptiness.
He”s calling, he”s trying to imitate an owl
an Egyptian Spirit-
he”s just my poor alternative ego
alone
under my grandmother”s sweet soul
in a warm cosmic kitchen.
And now the Sun is melting this poem
and solid objects can be seen
I activate my resurrection
in this mechanic haloween.
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