Large Significances

The axis of your consciousness alarms today:
dips deeply left – tremblingly revolves
around a hot loose buttery dark current

running through its wobbling diagonal –
randomly electrified with jolts of coruscating
bits and bolts and scraps and shimmery

sharp shards of memory in semi-visuals:
a bit of iridescent ear, a testicle, a lower lip,
a stretch of glossy hair – a sense in which

you’re here and there – not knowing or much
caring whether there or here is there or here:
a limbo in which, now, a cartoon chartreuse

day-glo bimbo juts her large significances at you
while a giant azure avatar grabs at her, plops
her on his pile of shoulders and goes off into

a black hole jar of marmalade – the hue
of whose jeweled orange bitter-sweetness
seems intently bent on symbolizing something

crucially abstract. The shell of who or what
you may have been or tried to be before you slept
exactly not at all last night has cracked.

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