Twitch

No real good companion picture, so here's some nature.
No real good companion picture, so here’s some nature.

I can feel my vision twitch

as my reality shifts.

Something changes;

no more paroxysms

or fits of passion or love.

It moves slowly and

deliberately like an ass,

being eaten by flies

and whipped for no

other reason than to

satiate the depravity

of the whipper, for

he knows that no matter

what he does, the ass

will not go any faster.

Composed 01/28/14

Author’s Comment: Trying to compose shorter poems. Sometimes, frustration can prove helpful in creative endeavors.

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