Plenum

if there can be nothing
between spaces,
why are there so many 
intermediate phases
in this makeshift
narrative?

you may have been the best thing to ever happen,
but
I’m still a fish out of imperative
water.

sawed-off shotguns aimed squarely
at the bloodshot eyes
of
childhood martyrs.

barges set adrift
on oceans of tarmac
and rubble.

we count dystopias
in increments of prime numbers
and
measure their frequency 
by the 
reoccurring 
nightmares.

Stare at the stalagmites
long enough
and 
it all starts to look
like
teeth.

Willie Watt
10.16.17 

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