another poem lost to the darkness lost in the long mindside hiccup before sleep when the pens were too far & the hands too weak only the night knows it now moon audience enough & he/she is always back for more ~ too much of what i think up to say well it bores me shitless before i say it keep shtum lad keep shtum & this ? this - well its plucking feathers out the hurricane
hiccupping mindscape floods & pools with the swampstink aftermath of nighttimes unconscious hallucinations topography dries under morning bathroom light bulbs and the mirrors blank confirmation leaves residue like plaque like limescale like the dried on dirt of detergent ads white matter orphans left thirsty in areas too dangerous to bleach