The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part XV

still deafened by the welling fluids,
my vision is now under attack from like fluids;
tears are falling even though I have
commanded them not too –
a direct command – unheeded – laughing at me;
the poppies take on a new shape through tears,
like ingested peyote buttons,
things begin to morph and confusion increases;

– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 10 PM

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