Poem: Normalcy Glitch

 

Normalcy Glitch

 

various salads

strove to become words in a 

Tower of Babel rising up

to juggle shunts and loops

somewhere in a noodle-dorm

of a certain human brain and

 these forces tended to refer to "voices,"

implying if not stating outright

that they wanted--whatever they were--

the ego or the I or whatever wasn't Id,

to act rational and stable enough,

and yet

 as they put it,

 "they all" happened to supervene on a wasp nest 

with no overlording arbiter 

among the wrangling impresarios 

slated for adjudication,

hence

 it followed that "no one 'one' was in here" 

to freely or logically or blessedly condone

whatever manifestation "the spiders" (another term they liked)

chose to convey

and

they claimed there was nothing to it, nothing at all,

except these labyrinthine, byzantine machinations,

these, what were in effect, the prestige of the trick,

that is, the entire phenomenology

of the existential,

and so

all the legal doctors and protocols

who stood around in intellectual gaggles,

scratching the flat of the square pedestal 

on their post-matriculated-cum-graduated heads

would, ipso facto, 

remain baffled and puzzled 

by the salads and voices and maestros 

of the Babble all too sure and eager

to tangle victims in their dangerously contrived

webs.

 

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6/27/24 ...