It seems my mind
has a life of its own
which in turn
has a mind of its own,
distorted imagoes dancing
to discordant pulses;
failing organs
with strings attached,
parading choice weapons
as instruments of torture.

I can't talk right now,
my mind has abandoned me
enthralled by the latest conspiracy,
engaged in a quest 
for justice, equality
and a piece of the action
through sophomore sophistry,
the abstract extension
of a bloodless, graceless coup.

I can't imagine
when or where or how,
just the ex and why
of uncoordinated values
plotted as de facto points
between axes of evolution.

My heart is in the right place
at the wrong time,
the queen of all she survives
taking leave of her senses,
infatuated by the stench
of bio-diversity by proxy.

I measure in runes
the hypnotic hypotenuse
of this infernal triangle
seeking to square circular reasoning
with random formulae,
a spew of unbalanced equations
and arbitrary algorithms
pouting parallel patterns
of serial ignorance... 

Semantics means nothing to me here.
While solitude sleeps, euphoria rules
and panics, the crack
and thrash of a manic attack 
through undergrowth thick
with ambivalence
before disappearing into
that obscurity of which you speak
bulging outwards with the magnification
of dreamscapes immersed in swirls of color
twisting like the perpetual scope
of the mind's imagination:
a seductive heresy that passes
for steel down the spine of my shell.

And when the prodigal returns,
a seething wave of passion
crashes into the last resort
of shallow secrets, spraying
confessional chaos; a surge
to assuage depravity; a swell
to subsidize the famine of integrity;
a scourge to sanitize the sludge
spread along a shoreline littered
with beached-blonde dreams
of driftwood warriors.
 
In the aftermath
I calculate your reaction;

the sum of your indifference
-------divided by-----------
  the root of my paranoia.
____________________________
The answer subsumes its point
  afloat beyond the horizon
    of reasonable doubt.

10/15/2006

Author's Note: Rula Shin--resplendent in italics

Posted on 10/15/2006
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