EVEN A SHAPE

Even a shape
has a feeling,
an angle
a corner.

Grief
is close to
loathing,
but on the other side of
amazement.

I hope, I hope.
“Social astuteness,”
I mutter to myself.

Science
has always been a fetish–
covetable. My subconscious
is my foil.

Cognitive dissonance is
inevitable.
I smosh down one thing,
another pops up
to take its place.

The zebra represents
transcendence and
obfuscation of
transcendence.

How conscious
are we
of constructing

our nests?
And aren’t possessions
a way
of decorating the nest?

I want It as It is.
“Keep Feeling Fascination”
plays in my head l
ike the doppler trail
of a car…

Rats
might be one of my favorite
animals. Rats are
more interested in novelty
than drugs.

Reminiscent, reminiscent of…
the stairs to the loft…
my favorite movie,
BladeRunner.

It chings for me,
remembering madness
with nostalgia,
the balm of work.

Wearing a marketing hat lately
has given me
a new respect
for the art.

Nostalgia–
a sentimental
yearning.

– Lady K