Consequent Realities

My love is studying
Anatomy and I
Am a dilettante resuscitating

The moaning anomie
Of postmillennial drudgework
Into daily veer


As Watts teenagers writhe
And jolt like the victims of electricity
We diminish them


To be, an earnest rage born
Of the absurd, a fit
Response to an irresponsible


Age, each morning’s paper
Soaked in a bloom
Of limbs, each ironing
People on couch
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