Genius is a 2 a.m. homeopathic Ambien underdose nerve stimulation machine of American Spirit
drinking blood orange raspberry rum
surrounded by an empty, dusty, vintage step-stool book shelf, hardcore-alien ware, and spiraled cast-iron psychedelia housing enamels, incense, ashtrays, duct tape, candles, paints, pens, plant particulars, and poker cards
by an unfinished cicada shedding stand of sprayed magenta-green curled up leaves
flaking a part inconsidered ideas–
Just waiting for acrylic revival.
Lets send the genome off for scientific study to understand sensitivity of NMDA receptors.
A perfectly imperfect mess is flawed in pristine ways.
An imperfectly perfect mess is pristine in flawed ways.
All messes aren’t perfect to begin with.
The crazy world functionally wonders in a crazy way
how a functioning world functions so crazily…
And this dry husk–
This near empty shell leaking obliterated psyche turpentines personas to a faded indelible shine
like a left-handed eight year old in 1865…