Monera Mason is a mischief-maker.  Her work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing abstract fiction, catalyzing shenanigans which she deploys on unsuspecting bystanders in the City of Neon. 

Literature Humor

Through the eyes of
    A generation
        Of opium dens
            And cantos
    You have reached
    Deep across the
        Collective conscious
        Bent in a wrinkle
            Spaced between
        Colons
        And hard stops
            Stripped
        Language
            Down
To a
    Single
        Image 

    The wet
        Petals
    On the
Train
It is inevitably raining
blue days
Have not the meaning
That inspires poets
To love
Or fall
Past
The smoke blown
By wise
Caterpillars
Who took all the humor
Of cants and
                Misplaced red wagons
maybe found
In a day
In the life
Of a period 

Stalled by interruption 

Indecision
And sometimes
An errant 

Haiku

So pound back another
And slip behind
Yellow paper 


Maybe you
Will one
Day win
The lottery
And stone
The sacrificial 

A beauty muses
On the
Navel.  
 

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