Train Leaving Gray by Mason Jennings

retro

today i see things
slanted

(crooked)

like a hook
on a sideways
mountain,

crushed in all my
(m)

(c) squared

escher-ness  and
i crumble
down the hill,

jack and jill as
i can get.    i
see things

tilted, today.
hands deconstruct my world
and

draw themselves in circles

as i slide circumspect across
the floor.

so sue me.