The suitcase looks a forlorn shadow of its former self under that bare fluorescent lamp. Placed as it is, spreadeagled on the bed; a brittle, faded burgandy husk surrounding a very specific volume of emptiness. The journey to this room … Continue reading
A glimpse of your puckered face, says this soup isn’t to your taste. I boiled down the bones of my thoughts, But it only enriched, Fractured texts in gelatinous forms. Amorphous gobs, Tacky and corrosive. Gummy with … Continue reading
On days where coefficients become imaginary numbers,
You suspect that deviation is becoming non-standard,
That integration won’t coordinate your thoughts,
And that darling Nernst was potentially a trifle fixated.
On Sundays you’re worried about regression,
That backwards sloping tide of linear thinking,
Denying the possibility of a many-tailed fish.
But are your aquatic fears myopic twice-over?
You can ask me just one more time about the errors our ways,
I’ll even fetch you a cup of tea,
But please don’t test me,
I’m significantly more numerically challenged than you know.
(c) Accidental Tentacles 2017