Sendak pt 2
Sendak, away, frigid in evening's bedroom, river of
wall to wall crushed grated carpet shredded
dense and wafting in an ocean lull's mimicked flicker
of phosphorous flinting, hinted at an excess of moon.
Plush and "thingy" warding off the crimson, spirits
weighed heavily in melted ice to a watery grave.
IN your office...statement made blanket as warmth
enters in as false, as alcoholic and brimming with
vodka breath, stench closely resembles the inhale
of my entire 10th year. Majorska! Exclaimed in stringent
warped huffs of herculean frenzy; false prophets face
forward in quarter horse quandary unable to grasp
"going on?" Back flipping in to my bedroom, one off
the master, sailing high rise ceilings grimace into
stares from far off indecipherable calamity janes
that have drifted from my dreaming subconscious.
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