Everybody dressed
As solids, gave an image
Of colorarity. I always liked
Stripes, playing pool, as a kid.

(Lightning doesn’t shoot down,
We shoot up!)

Einstein redressed
As stripes, gives an image
Of Escher! Sigh. I don’t want
To know too much.. Love kids. Huh?

(er-in isn’t possessed, shot side-ways,
Belly outward.)

Eager as I am, I
Systematically fail to image
Black as white, too many grays
Know every-us. I’m sick of kid!. What?

(sins disintegrate with living,
Shooting downward.)

Even to me, me, gusted,
I guess I mean I am an image,
I guess I am Poe-tic. I
Know I am. Tired, I guess. Kitty-sick.

(Thunder under, unaddressed.
Creating others.)

excistentualism?

Misspelled.

Exisentualism…

Misspelled.

Ex ujs…I mean up.

Misspelled…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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