As We Know It

An ornamental doe and fawn,
suddenly move. Tails wave, noses nuzzle –
I have mistaken an actuality,
and now am thrown out of my skin.
I’m a millipede of fractal awareness.
I sniff the body-odor of the planet
take inward, then sift out
Australia and Africa.
I pause to dip my face in the River Liffey,
odoriferous waters foam over septum and cranium.
I’m a teaming acre of feelers and heads. Until
an atom of disbelief re-enters its exoskeleton.
The next moment is inevitable;
it is a concrete bunker of inevitability.
I am a stone goblin with a blunt chisel.
Nerve buds are again Saran wrapped.
Oddly, I’m carrying a large red kangaroo
on my shoulders;
it’s demanding to be sent back,
and I would send it back – if I knew how.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Ashford Avatar
August 12, 2019 at 9:59 AM
I will take "Trippy" any day Richard. Many thanks.
Lamoureux Avatar
August 12, 2019 at 9:54 AM
I will steal Maureen’s descriptor “Trippy”.
Ashford Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 3:25 PM
Ha! It helps to be weird.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 2:48 PM
Trippy. I've never said that of a poem before.
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