tumbling
headfirst down
a dadaistic
dreamburrow

slowly shredding
any sense of
self in a slurry
of senselessness

embracing absurdity
in a pontification
on needlessly needling
neolithic nonsense

liquefied longing
in a lingering malaise
convulsing erratically
as innocence sloughs away

missing emotions
which didn’t exist
in any quantifiable way
except as one way streets
static explosions of
chemical inebriation
with only a hangover
to explain the bitter
taste of almonds