Finding Kafka

Nice to meet you sir

Arched doorways
Reality spinning in its own universe
You meta morph into violent storms
The coming visit is demon
licking its chops.

Telepathic transmissions
starting to stain the atmosphere.
You substitute yourself for larvae,
incubate and reproduce millions,
of similar species.

You found Kafka
in the laboratory of
your imagination.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

God only know where they come from. I read Kafka it seems 100 years ago. I liked his perceptions on reality.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow this is deep....the last stanza is perfection....

"The laboratory of your imagination"
where poems are born?