unfinished

“So, how was your day?” I was hit with a scoff of a response To my alleged nonchalance Followed by a “ha” and an “oh my god” Implying that it took some efforts To shrug off what I thought a façade, Just some semblance to agendas’ flaws But then, “ahhh…” It made perfect sense to the setting Disassociation, inappropriate elation Was a thread imbedded, deeply woven, Seemed to spread even intravenously Throughout this vacation for the chosen These kind of things were dealt with menially Merely a part of the scenery Like plastic tags on key rings A means to a beginning Of redefining sinning Identifying those silver linings In the hole filled linens The light show had arrived Time to polarize the eyes I mean, “My god, these trying times!” Upstairs, this way -Exasperated sigh- Probably walking a bit too softly Cause this place? “just stopping by” And here lies the problem An adult fetus Sprawled out in pajamas Adjacent to the wall full of mantras Maybe feral, but no matter As there’s no means for mastication Those were in the making An incentive-present from An estranged mate and babies Who remained on layaway While she got saved From the entrails of a locker Routine procedure was put at bay By Mr. Redenbacher erupting from a bag A room away, rattling the bare bones Of Velcro and pheromones A rift in this popcorn flick That had the peanut gallery sea sick Scribbling pros and cons lists Figuring which indulgence Would their allegiance leave with