Turn into Something New – Poem

Fetch the shuffle

ball change the channel

is tired of making

meaning in a mirror

we all see the same thing

self, no matter the shape

of the date stamp

your feet to celebrate

the wicked witch is

dead or alive

wanted… like a cowboy

resurrected in LED

distorts the image

attempts to capture

rogue signals and

drivers who don’t signal

but turn anyway.

It’s time to turn

into something new.

To notice not the essence

but the particulars

the seventh bubble down

in seltzer rising

like a race car on a screen

doors that swing left not right

rights that we fought for and won

seems great in fiction, narrators

gods, SSNs, but two

is better because conflict is what

defines us otherwise the definition

is solid, page 352, OED.


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