A paradoxical state of mind of blabbering

Mahati Ramakrishnan

Of clamoring

My bibulous swaying across the winding cemented roads of corn

The tenebrous night is blanketed with regnant howls

The terpsichorean I see down the road is clad in a mirage of purple

My therapist rubs my hand while telling me about my dream, that wicked clerisy

Big words. Boo.