Thursday, August 28, 2008


come back into my mind,
expelled out of the mist,
let me slip back from sleep,
consciousness not to list.

cell and bar within my mind,
trap knowledge to lessen pain,
forget all what I know--
so I have something I can gain.

if she keeps on talking,
my brain will turn to mush,
wade through the endless goo,
without drowning in the slush.

my grasp slips from my mind,
I cannot hold on tight,
palms to fingers to fingertips,
it's fading from the light.

kindergarten on my mind,
remedial to the core,
rotting are my feathers,
wings unstretched are sore.

if she keeps on talking,
I'll try not to fall asleep,
my eyes are heavy, tired, blind,
this shallow end so deep.

I'll dive despite the depth,
bang my head against the floor,
what is a subdural hepatoma?
I don't know anymore.

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