Pixel Skull
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Do not think of the pixel skull
Cackling through your head
At break brain speed
Toward those sweaty memories
You fall asleep under
Install
Do not think of the pixel skull
Or its screams about neurons
Neurons wasting time
Right clicking coffee spoon scraps
After hungover
Mid day morning analysis
Restart
Do not think of the pixel skull’s
Pounding Teeth/Pounding Nostrils
Or empty sockets evoking
A young buried gash
Smiling psychic
Somewhere in the dark
Behind glitching pupils
Who tried at forgetfulness
Virus detected
Lizard People Country
He is American
So he is informed:
The lizard people have finally landed
Soon to revive Castro
And his cybernetic
Communist
Catholic
Death squad
Of Jewish Hollywood
While red robed men pop
Chardonnay
In an eyed pyramid
He is comfortable with this
Because lizard people
Are somehow easier
Than scaly human heads
Debating his deductible
These lizard patriots
Quietly convincing him
Of lizard people
Coleman Bomar is a writer who currently resides in the mountains of East Tennessee. His works have been featured by and/or are forthcoming in 365 Tomorrows, Bewildering Stories, Altered Reality, Impressions Literary Magazine, The Scarlet Leaf Review, The Heartland Review, Danse Macabre, Anti-Heroin Chic, Showbear Family Circus Liberal Arts Magazine, Rats Ass Review, Nine Muses Poetry, Plum Tree Tavern, Prometheus Dreaming, SOFTBLOW, Poets’ Choice Zine, Coughsyrup Magazine, Isacoustic, Ethel Zine, Beyond Words, Terror House Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, and Eunoia Review.
