Published February 4, 2010

Moving road way,
Physical déjà vu,
Bringing thoughts back
When we least expect.
Springing from inevitable nostalgia.
Wanting and creating our day by day
Cradled by blue translucent memories.
Obsessed with the physical.
Denying desire.
Unexplained perceptions
Popping and flowing
Dictating these dreams.

Electrical pinches
Jumping gaps
And sliding along these lines.
Ein Dichter, you want your mother,
She wants your penis;
We’re searching for the “why.”

This is your suggestion,
Baffle my perception.