Stuper Poem by Jesse Allen Anderson

Stuper



STUPEr

China saw the Vixen
got it from the mystery of falicy
derived from roman minestry
and
I arrive at 3: 00
we listen to them talk
about the action
and never see the action walk

like a tribe of crippled men
in an aqua filled den
without an end
but if you dare
to catch the vibe thats sailing in the air
laugh as i get lost in this red electric chair
and nobody thinks its fair
but everybody knows
that nobody will ever care

i dreamt i rushed through a cloud
of chutes and ladders
in purple sky
now its your spin
hit roll again
and pray you know what really matters

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