Schrodinger's Laundrette by @Chonnymo
ii wish ii could show you this titration,
the invisible reagent,
this catalyst of entry
the tiny universe
tonight
home memorized hell
algorithm but sensory
input changed
lost lost
a shadow of a sneer like a bongo
behind his words
dead porcelain smiles,
the veneer of cicada conversation,
now ii can't wake up
rock scissor laser
awkward, joyous, fatigue
" I will lavish madness on you,
bury the night in moonlight,
teach the stars to cry your name"
my fingernails gnarl into metal filings
prove me electric .i am a sundial.
my shadow marks. the falling dark.
you dream a labyrinth, & waken to a maze,
not the same,
not
the
same dagger in my heart
lets face it sometimes the gods are skulls
& carrion bell feast attendant
.i am an old wind-up toy
I acquired telekenisis & immediately blew my heart
out of my chest. All my riches are touch
.i play the aquamarine harpsichord
.i can make it sound like acid jello
did you die or what/
forgetting there was life/
considerate, branded, bled/
sealed in beeswax 5 ravens are
in a carefully choreographed stand off
with a bald eagle in a tree
my ignorance of all things,
the coils simmering,
gone forever in a caress, a careless
.i have gained vision, at the cost of narrative
god is dragged away, raving
about sugar cubes with dots like dice,
the snowman threw them thrice
into the air, they never landed,
the vacuum
each moment is hand-drawn. thats why everything takes so long
this day, this earth, now
you are my deconstructed anarchist collective,
my fuzzy logic,
my mumbled echo from the canyon,
my godless cenotaph,
gloriona,
call archon
written by @chonnymo
curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte
#FeedPoetry is where I curate twitter timelines and arrange tweets into poems.