i imagine you had a carwreck with god i imagine
the houseplant is cosmic to you
i imagine
you thought you wrote “Kubla Khan” i xanadu
you walking away from a landslide you
caused in the planetarium
trailer-parks in
hurricane lane never heard of you, i imagine
why complain of the tridents or avalanches?
you are a used-car salesman
i indoctrine
you swimming through an Alabama graveyard
dontja dontja? the waboosh template
four bubbles just swam up my beer bottle