Otherwiseville

By SonderNinja






No.where
is 
now.here~

to seek
the passage lost,

a dead man 
highbeams
the wild frontier

manifesting 
a flesh machine
ghost
on the grim wire road

born slouching toward
[REDACTED] 
dreaming

sodium grist-type
fates for cruel books 
and bones
out in the sticks
and stones

all casting looks
on remembrance

alone

at home on the range
of a grateful change,
that Stygian hope
for tire fire screams
from afterlife seems
all between the teeth
are scarce believed

like dry-gulch
through sheet mulch
waxing eyes
on headless stead
in a pool of
brake light red

with white line fever
terraform
salt-of-the-earth-
styled 
supernatural

everyday grind

deep down inside

with reason & rhyme
at peeling the time
into fine blades
for public state

or shadows washed 
in flame
as snubnose marks
at center of mass
by the bentback tulips
over some ancient ruins

(speed demon
taunting need
with a pothole lead;

the engine doomed
for whom
we are
straight to the moon)

eye

born slouching toward
the remaining words
that wyrm along
the boogaloo station
of a smoking cessation;

I'm at slip & fall school
seldom self-aware
in the sodium grist

as ever,

never

dark looks
for the grimoire-
cost

manifesting
a flesh machine
ghost
fresh off the road,

now here
in 
no where~

and you ought to seek 
the passage lost.










 

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Published on Saturday, May 21, 2022.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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