one part invention

how why wonder what the

colourful machine
colour in the cooler absolute
predicted by machine my mind
how evidence can mesh, be mashed, get mugged
skeptical, I come down with
logorrhoea because
I can’t digest
Platonic solids
like I used to
perfectly

how why wonder colours | empty alexandrines
their ancient origins | their midnight causes célèbres
bombs pop ears in concert | epiphanies assure

celebs stroll red carpets | as candid as they’re pure
not ready to forget | nor ready to improve
a volte-face, a spider | in all her dimensions

Spider-Girl?
a new pubescent tune
the drool of self – don’t lick it now

ANYhowwhywonderwhy what the

big mistake in the room visible is

practically it’s nothing, but your onyx

spectacles convolute the view

you know it’s nothing to do with

you