& again

Tom Reed

this feeling has bloomed

inbred & recursive

i’ve translated the

feedback loop

of its tendencies                              bright-

to wail, electric

[ like an EVP,                                                   over &

Grandmother hushing ]                              over again

there are clouds of muddled dream

hammered down by metal spoons

& lightning

                                                         eyed

the code is obfuscated

ears thundering under water deep

where dread trees wait

holding down fungi & poppies

and i wake,

muttering “no end”.

 

tom writes oddities, or is under dark of tree. something about coffee. his work is primarily at cruxymox.tumblr.com. throw shadows at amarthis.com for more info.