copped me the keys
to an asylum wonderland,
noise akimbo staccato.
Bestowing rosy crows
of joyous madness
juxtaposing rhythms
just as weird and wired and right.
To ramshackle his aura
in full aural angst
is to play a game of twister
with porcupines and power lines.
Please buck your instincts
and appreciate this terrible beauty
through prisms askew
surrounding you on terms unnerving,
from your tongue to your toes
as the free range octaves
whisper down your blind side.
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