A n d r e w   F e l s i n g e r


Hysterical Materialism

The booming flowers are an affect of local politics
Just as the bed sheets are torn to assure us peace
Thusly we misidentify ourselves as a cannon
And a gaffe is made to turn its back
Like the sky flung across the neck of a welcoming nude
Each cylinder, orchid, thread, furnace
Has time and thought at its most real
For as the screaming quiets the neighborhood
The melon is cut.



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