Opposite Suspension

Twisted knotted vision
Of luxurious corn silk hair,
Of victorious defeat and
Garments strewn
From hay and butter,
Giving that slippery feeling,
Greasy and disgusting and oily.
You know, we would go camping,
But the car got stuck
In the shag carpeting
And the mailman chased
Away the dog
And I miss him because
He feeds me in the morning
And changes my papers.
Grandma escaped
From her cage this morning
While Dorothy was saying
"There's no place like oz."
And all I hear are the
Snakes in the trees,
All I see are bears
Driving cars
And I want to wake up,
But I can't.

by Monica Smith

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