Sunday, May 15, 2011

Merely lacking proper sleep is a valid excuse

Ugh, it's muddy rain brown rain
glooking glopping slop violet haze
and Oww, where's that cat last night
who kissed me good bye and stared
"Idiots," she thought unmoving, I dump
those clouds on street corner damp turns,
waaaaaah bend in extra-dimensional pows--

firework's caged sunset torrents, it's steady,
mouth silting after immeasurable moorish formations,
a battle overhead, great invaders of the East, my directed thoughts--
and writing down the world trickles by,
is a challenge that tastes like bone marrow jelly
cooked by peasants on shrinking shores,
my play--

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