Argleton?
Ever get caught up in wow moment,
oscillating at about twelve hertz
near the right margin,
pushing words left?
Whiskey warmed,
brought my own to this desolate desert!
There seems to be
an anomaly in the data
yet it became the provocation,
this nerve twitched and I left for Argleton!
Whiskey warmed,
brought my own to this nonexistent place.
Dropped off the map,
a secret dab transfigured
this; my own personal Noah,
an ark that’s worth the price of admission.
Whiskey warmed,
brought my own with a splash of lemon!
Just off the town green. Grass playing
fields, there not there, well farmed
adrift in an unplanned journey.
A jaunt, a dérive to a place
remapping this, my heart!
Whiskey warmed,
brought a bit of old Tennessee from home...
Muddied neighborhood,
no reason just left them all behind
on Persian holiday. Misguided state of mind,
whole toy box of playful and a lot of swerving.
Wonder what’s covered over, cartographer
in the middle? Stranger in a strange land
buried alive in this fool’s paradise. An island unto yourself
where suns go down
with the spirit of the land,
under many moons with genius loci.
Urban fabric, urban square, rapid transit!
Five shots down it’ll turn around, it’ll bite your hand.
Get off at the next stop, psychogeographic providence
Warmed on a trap street
outside the lines, the message seems bottomless...
