Implants, a screenplay, a few bullets
My mind ventures into strange territory sometimes
A pen drips ink on the obituaries
I say to myself, “Stable, Stabilize, Stable”
A knight moves across the board to benefit homelessness
My nemesis is depressed, should I no longer suspect him?
The fireflowers and amanitas grow in abundance
What shapes my trips?
Another star or starburst?
Or a broken mirror?
I look into my many eyes
And someone else looks back,
Then there was me