“Power Outage”
Latex paint exaggerates with sunshine to melt
all power against onion soup while it forms a
mixed dip out of Christmas breeze, hanging
through oxygenated waves across from a
poster’s fuzz towards a silver apple where
creaking table splinters go between those
sugared creams of both Twinkies. I’ve got
a footer by evergreen spruce. Some carbonations
reek dry above a few unglossening tables as more
than a hundred seaport puzzles share intertwining
keys of that cardboard stuff, labeled with advanced
tokens over specialty glue of which a trekked,
mellowsome doxen-bugle demands personal meme
until Cajun turkey is promised and predestined
to permanently wished dishware. A king like me
sleeps in beauty to get confused dreams about
germ-like monstrosities, windowed chalk, and a
boardgame market of nice expanse distills
beyond growing controllers. You won’t find
a picture even if you get my meaning- so much,
a lot between gravitational nomads in outer
universes and magnetic planets lets me slumber
after tea gives me a fortune for peachy generations.
Context of meaning leaves so many roots for which
I converse with too much salt on my wisdom,
almost like two nickelodeons out of a 90’s radio
with twin cassette tapes. Who’s going to pepper
the lemon on an oceanic boardwalk where pelicans
sneak in commotion for dramatic gamers as silent
as level-headed birds are or American flags leave
shadows on R.I.P. plaques? Sure, it matters if I
talk. Let’s spew out details in a colorful flow,
so rainbowish and reflective, yet a snowflake
made of cotton hangs where the Popeye machine
died. Any loss lets you have disappearance again. https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/power-outage-2/
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