Newton's Cradle

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Hi Todd,

Read this a couple of nights ago and wanted to sleep on it before I posted.

Terror is never as simple as a doll
with a butcher’s knife crawling
through ventilation shafts. --its a creepy image. I get Chucky visions

It is always the unseen
clacking ball, the imperceptible
connections,
of butterflies wings and tornadoes. --I don't understand 'butterflies and tornadoes' and when I Google it I get Aerosmith tattoos and the movie Twister - I am fully aware that it could just be me

We scan the skies for flying monkeys.
Or wander through corn fields
to the music of the moon with its midnight waltz
of straw zombies in need of brains--
simple distractions to protect us from the truth. --Maybe instead of 'straw zombie in need of brains' go with 'straw zombie in need of a brain'??

The witch cackle, cackles and you will believe
that you can never go home:

where the fingerprint will smudge
cancer on an X-ray, --the best part to me-- beginning to really wind up. I read tectak's crit with the commas after I had read the poem initially and I did remember stalling out. Rereading it as if without the commas does seem to make it . . . I don't know how to say it- it seems smoother?

where the clatter of the metal duct
covers the creak of tiny feet on hardwood,

and where the funnel cloud swirls
like a swarm of restless bees.

The ball is already swinging. --great line and a great ending.

Death comes first
then the dying.

I get tired of you being so great It makes me look like I am sucking up cause you are my boss to the third power :p

Thanks for sharing and the subject matter is not only thought-provoking but presented in a casual style which makes it feel more credible imo.