by Jeffrey Grunthaner
an upshot of being
An internet fanatic.
These words to YouTube
will not convey.
Walnut. A magic wand.
But the flowers I sent you
were still scented,
Weren’t they? hey,
“I’ve been trying” to fill
the gaps in my memory
w/ plastic packaging,
seeds of our future love.
Or Waldo Jeffers. The static
aura surrounding
The certitude of the Cogito
gives truth this sort
of harebrained quality,
A further dimension of noise.
But the flowers, I say,
That I sent you—weren’t
They the upshot of sleeping-in
when we should have
protested against Walnut?
Fill in the gaps
of my memory w/ plastic
packaging, drug-addiction
Today is just these same words
visibly assembled
On a YouTube clip
FYI: First thought = no notoriety
All my love,
The Snake
