Go

Some off-brand thing was birthed
On an off-year
The offal smell was awful
Extravagant—too many notes
Of putrefaction
Like so many cast-off organs
Of admission, submission & perception
Go
Go on and sing in your off-key manner
In your off-kilter empty halter
Your bodice sleeveless & headless
In an off-putting way
Another year of offal figgy pudding
& awful (off-note) twelve-tone aleatory
The sound of going
Go
On-off, on-off, on-off
Like a stroboscopic Santa Claus
Go

What I’m Reading:

“Whatever the Party holds to be truth is truth. It is impossible to see reality except by looking through the eyes of the Party.”

— George Orwell / 1984