-
a train
tied
to yellow
pinprick tracks;
a plane crash in d minor
or maybe just a hangover.
the monster lost control after the first bite
a hemisphere
cut in half -
distance
in fractions
reviewed.
disconnected thoughts
bleeding out of ears
and noses
but no dingy metal cup
to hold them.
life’s
something that
keeps happening.
and, while
conscious (of this fact)
you think
nothing
of the moments
it’s happening
to you.
time doesn’t
disappear;
it seeps in
-to your skin,
to your black lungs
to your liver
and then
it sleeps
‘til you sleep too.
the way you
fold (your flesh):
wordless
And godless
jagged
and raw.
well,god (or dog?) bless
these crooked seams
of necrotic flesh
I thread my needle through.
an eye
for a
mottled eye
for a bridge
well burned,
a wheezing breath
to color the
whole world
blue.
- Title: west new york, new jersey
- Artist: Sappho v2
- Description: here's one for the guys and gals. west new york, i love you.
- Date: 10/12/2010
- Tags: west york jersey hangovers weirdstuff
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