"When I want to read anything,
I usually write it meself." - Flann O'Brien
Revolution 9
Drop the needle
Kill the lights
number nine
number nine
“This must be what acid’s like?”
Her blue Marantz eyes
hot breath on my cheek
I listen for clues
and prepare for revelations
© 2021 Michael McCormick
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This poem first appeared in Poetica Review