black and dark and fuzz shadows climb and shift
in smudged light creeping
i PISS/SLASH/THUNDER GUSH a racehorse tributary
nice ghosts watch my back
the cat in the hall on the floor like a furry hot water bottle cover thats empty/loose soft and saggy
i cup his tiny head/lay my face in his fur
his purring and asthmatic breathing a trippy ufo power generator
i could be anywhere and we lay still
i dream later of sharon stone shouting in sportswear
and all the ribs in Costco get organised/march into the wet streets on plastic corners
bulging
with blood and meat juice
again
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