What is that? Low hum
everything turning into
fracticious pageantry
determined dalliance.
Where are we? Steady drone
pleasance is overcome
minding your niche
latent lobotomy.
When is now? Dull roar
invading restoration
selfishly chattering
celestial cellophane.
Who am I? Soft thrum
piling the pilings high
getting over it
morningside magnifico.
C. Madison Anderson
Birdsong, California
6-28-09