what's this leaping over tree and lamppost
over balustrade an invading secret army
pulling back some fatty folds
and reaching underneath my skin

mercilessly day and night shrieking out
"my tight lipped friend we have to know!
tell us who and what you are!"

i retire to the judges chamber of my mind
holding up essentially an old and tired echoplex¹
it ripples outward and deflects
its dials point to "they-are-crazy back-up-and-delay"

nothing's going to save me from this
soul conniption i'm afraid
armor plated parasites
icky slugs and geezer muffins
more and more contentious jickets
battering my inner shield






¹echoplex – an electronic device that coupled with an electric guitar emits a notoriously unpredictable and rather slow-to-entropy ethereal echo.





© 2007KC wilder