Saturday, March 29, 2008

your pillow's full: an armadillo
siphoning a busy colony into his body.

their blood of raw mechanics
keeps him edgy, keeps him alive,
keeps him numb to the stinging music
that they offer on the way down

to the dissolving fluids.

(sleep is the only joke
a tamed people can play on time),

your eyes open like mouths in the dark
your anus twitches
hello.

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