13. ENIGMA OF THE ECHOCHAMBER PALATE

I’ve fallen from heaven
-less      rain-swell               gravity boomerang
                        blacked-out
             scrambled
decrypted

Ears stopped up   (mostly white headphones)
                        Black-and-white        aren’t “official colors”

     so “color” isn’t really an issue              my “literal sense”
isn’t really an issue                          Race

 “ism”                   
                                               isn’t really

Face it head-on
                                              temporarily quarantined
              (mind like a bonsai tree)

The explanation of everything
is a cushy coffin
                                      making whoopee
cushions

     
       Would you               would you
tickle me pink in a treehouse hotel?

                         “Baumtraum”
                         Summer’s trauma

   Woodpeckers are not Pecksniffians

At the edge of darkness                there’s a rat with wings
             pulling light like silk       fossils
             uprising

Damaged snowglobes & music boxes
                                        the tunes never depart
from my head          

My executioner is an avenging conscience      
    
I mourn my detached armor
& it licks my wounds for me