Burp world

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

The last word of the poem could be again in the stead of more.

Your poems appear to work through progressions. A cyclical mix.

Body. World. Dare?, Society.
A kind of incongruent digestion. Burbling up the reflux.
A headache on the street. Cloverfield.
Tell me if I'm wrong.

Burbling is an apt word, maybe I'll shoehorn that into my poem.
I build my stories from the ground up, without any strict structural guide, so each stanza has somewhat of a stage leading to another as I build my frankenstein creation.