"Spontaneous Reaction"
Twisted arms
Twisted legs
Twisted minds are dead.
Twisted feet.
Twisted chairs and twisted covered sheets in twisted seats.
Twisted trees like twisted knees swim in partially parted seas.
Circus fleas are always coping please in a twisted jail where they never make bail.
Crossed electrical wires start Holiday fires.
We are all sellers and buyers.
Midnight flyers.
Ashes in funeral pyres.
Muck in mires of mud.
You’re always bathing in the orange-blue soap suds.
Is it up to date to be late in your living fate?
I adore living in it after and before.
By Jonathan Billet
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