Improv of Thom Gunn's "The J Car"
I tried "rhyming" by number of letters in a word.
I was standing outside of myself when my head blew off,
watched as both body and mind scattered out
under the watchful eye of some third consciousness,
vaguely aware of splintered sensibilities.
Cut scene, split by smoke and ghostly awareness
head nestled in a bascart, ready to reanimate,
perhaps to tell just what it is it sees
when its blank brown eye grabs us and eats?
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