A E I O Q

An epiphany is not your 43rd vision
or the fusion of new cells.
The rewind, playback, loops of fuzzy film isn’t cinematic.

You can only ask for raw bacon so many times until
your server starts to wonder why you’re eating ecoli.

Experimenting with your hands in different packages
doesn’t make yoru childhood something it should or shouldn’t be.

Focusing your big eyes on the LCD screen instaed of crying isn’t insensitive-
it’s insensible. 

Somehow the wiring of your brain detached-
recoiled into a projector of worldly events.
You’re the human CNN,
the SherlockHolmes of first action news.

The hinges on my mouth are lined
with soft syllables
coated with your favorite vowels,
coaxing your harsh consonants.

My head is an evenly distributed passageway
through the ears and mouth,
fowl words inclued.
My round head-the center orbit of sentecnes.

The words erupting from the hole in your chin
are breaking up the aligmnent
of is and were

of fair and balanced.