Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

did i mention the reflection of the
moon as whorled in a skunk’s tail flung like pink toxic nightclouds
lush along a pre-dawn walk to the convenience store held a séance
here in this room along a sunrise street washed in ruddy pastel as
whorled like burnt eyes flummoxed at the suggestion of control’s
shallow voice buried in the strong burning hair aluminum shirtless
now that powers of evil exist to portion a totality from these
ephemera morningclouds silverfuck’d so afraid you wouldn’t hear me
calling you fat light tall through endless thought’s treeless
irreducibility much like duct tape or paper failures cares and cares
and cares reflected in waving tops of trees parsed to cool limbs
encircling curled inflation a skunk’s tail electrocuted by i don’t
know what