Vivisecting the V-world
Was that verisimilitude, or an actual cricket
or cockroach that just flew past my face?
Virtuality or actual cat piss on the corner of the cardboard box?
Seagull birdshit and cute squirrel obesity,
a student’s virtuosity juxtaposed with lunch trash
The virality of stupidity,
but verily, verily, I am
love, with our corrugated hearts
that need scrubbing, flossing,
and deep tissue massage.
My heart is a virile playground
of verity, veracity, and truth;
that is to say, a playground of pretend
and make-believe (make-you-believe?).
Stitch it up and keep it clean.
I sit here and binge on transcendent carbs
(carbs, oh gawd no not that!),
carbs and sugar and tears,
ponder opening another bottle
(but not very well).
This viewpoint will self-vandalize