Tonight's Poet Corner: Broken Sequence
Broken Sequence by Belinda Roddie warped warped warped warped time is sound is space is time is No. Why is it that I only remember the powerhouse of the cell? No. No. No. No! I am unravelling, but I am hypnotized. By lightning, and by your glasses. Purple swirls constantly drawing me in to your fly-filled maw. Buzz, buzz, motherfucker. I see Tetris blocks. I can't fit them together. Each button pressed lends itself to the beast's heartbeat. Speak up, sir your mouth is full of static warped warped warped my calculations are I don't know what this number means. I just don't. "Broken Sequence." Color woodcut by Warner Drewes.
