Liminal Space-Surreality

Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy” Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping Spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front, Jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping Abruptly segwaying into a film from one music scene to a melting hallway, a lipstick alley with animate occupants Disconnected unmoored, appearing eerie and dormant Fluorescent lights unleashing a hum buzz in duress Hissing sizzling hornets’ nest of unsettling unrest Levels of unease, an iniquitous den Such madcap absurdity is beyond my ken Not a shack, mall, nor a Holiday Inn A queasy Quasi-Moto mood which lies within Backrooms filled in with discarded filets of fishy maceral that have no place, Frolicking pixella’s in a glossy abyss of liminal space Plump puce brushed lips affixed Swollen browns and purple mixed Deep maroon and dusky rose, make-up art is what they pose I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise Crescent shaped moon portions mounted in pseudo walls Mounted upon the glare in unpleasing patterned halls Side by side quagmired half discs dawning a contorted face In a half dazed-half-moon crest loon’s invisible phase Not unconscious but in some in-between state Bored while in transition and abandoned as they await Whimsical moldings who see me try NOT to take a peek An exit to this madness is what I and they seek Maybe re-evaluate my sleep number, for gravity defying rest What insight imports this encounter and what test? What it means for a doomed generation Xer or a baby boomer, tacked in stucco, Silly Putty it seems, in a warped sense of humor I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise