The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

fast fast fast
the accelerometer in the head
fears | feels nothing
except circular logic (harmony
and occasional cognitive dissonance

long ago had the rivers
ceased to flow
or for flowing
head to toe  sail to mast
every atom in me screams

go go go go go
fast fast fast
theory lies on paper
like calques on
letterbox capers

the mind resets and multiplies
the glorious choirs
of thieves
thought foxes
and sodomites

shouting through their hats
for you (and
occasionally
at
love love love