persistently held that
what is not, is so
at the edge of home
delusions arise
cool & crisp
wind in the eaves
at the edge of nerve
delusions arise
synapses reaching
in flesh & brain
at the edge of cool orgasm
delusions arise
holding up
holding out
the home held together
by mortar & brick
by what we
choose to misbelieve
nerves calloused
by delusion
no light caress
can touch the center
normative delusions
break down & erode
by wind
& rain
no heat just tepid
water in the body
wishing delusion
could make us sane
we are told
delusions to make us
alive in this home
at this time
a deep assortment
inside of old
invention
synapses need their comfort
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Jefferson Hansen edits this blog and has two books out from BlazeVOX, Cruelty (short stories) and and beefheart saved craig (novel).
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Jefferson Hansen edits this blog and has two books out from BlazeVOX, Cruelty (short stories) and and beefheart saved craig (novel).
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