nama uni

I have twisted my experience around
twisted it
twisted it
to the sound of train horn
and Coltrane horn
undercurrent noise: city
on the back of the giant electric eel
time rests
waits
for someone to jump off
and they can be declared dead
or verifiably insane
but this kid across from me
eating the sea urchin
I can’t believe he’s happy
with that sloppy orange in his mouth
he just might have a secret
to share with the established types.

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