Discomfort Zone

syllabic poem

Discomfortzone

For every capricious child

There is no moral compass

The healing hand pushed away

These malevolent spirits

Traveling incognito

Hidden well behind the I's

Random singularities

Pulling out an existence      

From the slightest attentions

Brief intoxicant fixes

These busted knuckle divers

Conceal event horizons

From which there is no escape

Spaghettification kings

For every imploding star

seated on padded musroom 

Another is hovering

Just beyond our blindered view

© P.M.H  2/07/21 Revised 1/15/25