A look into my funhouse mirror
Fastforwarding my audio into high-chirped gibberish
A smell chases after me, so I rewind and review
The day that left such a bad taste in my mouth
No wonder I feel you, so normal—I'm finally home, making sense
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (6)
Ha! So clever!
Nicely done, and what a great pic.
Every... thing... makes... sense... in... time... Well-wrought!
Oooo, John has a sharper eye than me. Thanks to him, I noticed the brilliance in the way you ended with the word sense!
I read this three times before I noticed that you wrote a line for each of the five senses and then finished it with the word sense. Makes me wonder if you do this sort of thing often and I simple miss it. Clever, lovely and disorienting.
Cool shot, AND a great poem!