Purple-plastic white noise quickens,
blood oozes rather than flows,
noose tightens, context fades,
the freshly-cut blonde ponytail leaps
from the chalkboard window and the
conjured woman cuts through the
pink-plaid lightning storm.

Solipsistic children devour
deep-dish rock ‘n’ roll songs
while gum wrappers and granola bars
are its avatar and seal.

Uncomfortable silence hangs in the air,
Septimus hurls himself out the window,
gets caughts, (we don’t even notice),
and he has dominion over all.

Excuse me, that’s interesting
What did you say?

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