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Imperfekshun

<"you spelled it wrong!">

By Tim FurmanPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Mandelbrot Set

See I,

I entered the rythym

disconnected and withered

Just to be slitherin right up next to the victims left in the winter, wind kept it a secret until springs

breath then re entered

February to november

Im forgetting to remember....

These intoxicating thoughts elating

often caught me off the guard

but lately ive been contemplating

whats been regulating pressure

steadying temperatures, these

Emotional electrical vessels

from the heads to the heart

from the ends to the start

telling me imperfections that led us believe

we needed the direction

like we need presidential elections

green to the red lights we speed

through relentlessly driven

by energies we see through

silicone obsessions

silly human attention

spilling and spewing directions

green to red

speed through again then

when you need a friend

browse through the collection

scream for attention

delete the agression

and any one who disagrees

off the friends list

nose bleeds on the screen

im repeatedly pressin

screaming through letters

that never really seem relieve the pressure

do youneed the lecture

whenn allil youll seemtoseek

is imperflktmn

you want to see fail you want to see falls

you want me to bail your craving the stall

staring vicariously glaring in awe

But enough with it all

performance poetry

About the Creator

Tim Furman

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