Dyslexia Unbound!

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

It happens as the cramps of child birth, Leda after her Rape

It happens as the cramps of child birth,
contractions, pains, tingling, numbness, again
pressures which pass and return, that's the Flow
of Cracking Up as they say though I don't
like that term. I'd describe my Mind as an
Ongoing Circus of Entertainers,
Mirth and Melancholy, and the Mental
Blisters that Ooze Inchoate Flowers
and Blend with tics, dead time, and counting
Rhymes by various Lengths and Measures.
Voila, they are Disassociative Muses
Lacing their Words upon Wheels in Flight
Sustained on Delicate Skies. Andale, Didi, tomate
tu te y luego te vas a comer tus frioles con chile.

Persephone of Her Mother SereS

Anyone know how it Feels to be UnFree?

The Nothingness is all Around. Morning

only comes Officially and Stays Inside

the Talent Trailer.  Enjoying Hot wax,

watching Dettachedly as Darkness Mounts

its Steed. The Gentlemen are Long Gone Left

U beHind to Handle Matters. Blankets

Grip me Tighter don’t leave Me in Thin Air.

I can’t give you Rhyme, Stop Asking for more.

It’s 10 Dollars a Line it Don't Matter

what Kind I use whether glad, sad, or Blue.

Disappear me again that's the Plan. Oh.

My Mother’s mine, and I’m confirmation.

She's my NightNurse and Wakes when I need Her.