By JD Nelson
The spider of large Atari, the invisible name. Who made it the Ringo Starr of yellow?
Dark matter Motrin, a calendar of eyes. Yes, the iron pipe and Monday is the half.
A pile of fingers with striped yes. The yogurt shoe with pie and spiders.
A castle of the future prosaic.
“I didn’t order any poison,” I said, and the floating head with the beaker in its teeth flew back to its nest.
And now, a little hole where my period should be.
Clutching at Straws 
yes
Brilliant.
I’m sorry…have things gotten surreal?
Thanks for the hallucinations.
Fantastic!
¡Muchas gracias!
…awesome. I remember you going off about stuff like this back in the day…way cool, I dig. If you don’t know, you better ask somebody…