Static Poem by John Weber

Static



Paced-out,
      spaced-out
no clout,
      devout,

depraved
      tirade;
the cavalcade
      keeps me
frayed,

      (frazzled!)
      bedazzled

beside
      false pride,
tanned-hide
      genocide

      gluttonous

      without
penitence
      as consequence
makes bones dance

dichotic,
      hypnotic:
a product
      pathetic.

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John Weber

John Weber

Milwaukee, WI
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