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re:align

Posted to Action Poetry




a man's car trouble drives him crazy
rolling along in personal vehicle comfort
slippered feet out in public
a comfortable pace

building tension through an incredible din
angry feedback feasting on its own chaos
an unstable world on an unstable tripod
an uncomfortable place

when out of the darkness, what should appear
but a flood of high school slackness
perceptions of time, a passage of space
terror immured eternally