It Is What It Is

the personification hurts the reasoning of an untrained apophenic cacography ensues as the computer throws a spell check wobbly the poet scribes on because everything is not what it seems to be clouds become animals spirits aspirations and nebulous signs and I am the object and subject of mind altering misperceptions sometimes ‘a cigar’ is just a cigar and ‘this is not a pipe’ dream subconscious delusion offer a palatable way out of shackles an unmade bed becomes an expensive desirable piece of crap art the urinal in the museum flushes waste and reality down the drain and yet one has to craft understanding and narrate viable stories paraedolia is such an enchanting word as are paradox connections apophenia rules when the truth is too painful to face in real time the scribe employs license and unlicensed paradigms for his work Exupery’s elephant swallowed by a boa constrictor rightly refuses to become a hat which is such a bigoted symbol of bourgeoisie emotions flow swiftly and guide mere rational thoughts into retreat harmonize what will so often remain unbalanced and superfluous when depression dances with mania around a moldy berry bush a solution presents itself in acceptance surrender and growth just as useful is to see the world through an innocent child’s lens a kaleidoscope needs no interpretation and mirages are divine witches zoom on broomsticks under guise of cleaning brigades clairvoyants offer an unadulterated future becoming of mature age if only the wars of all nations were fireworks only praising the night yet in trial error and tribulations a skillful magician soothes my soul 26th July 2020