80 irving park

what do you see in front of you

as you mumble in verse

 holding onto an effigy of landmarks

that once stood, but are now buried

beneath an admixture of confusion.

you are  lost and  somehow

found in places conducive to repetition

as your  violent container is shaken

by moments of dendritic pulse.

with hands stretch outward

you ask for transcendence

away from the anonymous streets of oz

and into a reality much more sane

than here.


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3 thoughts on “80 irving park

  1. what tangled and magical thoughts in poetry…
    very unique perspective.
    thank U, 😉

  2. sparrowsong on said:

    I’ve nominated you for an award. 🙂


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