Spasmodic slumber
twitch flinch and pillow-fist
noose of blanket of night
soothed and ssshhhhhhhh’d
(can’t breathe can’t settle can’t stop
can’t break can’t pause can’t quiet can’t identify
this maggot-bait of sensation wants to be bitten
wants to drag me somewhere bad ether under gone)
Reverb-cackle, the stars instrumental dead
light like dead skin peel and pick cosmic skiffle.
Has been my lover my voided my absent my comfort
has understood has made a point has stood up has pointed
and bellowed has blunted blades has saved has remained
This, my pulse through wires brain through feedback
little shock therapies little stars to the breast inject inject
inject! Mourn-rhythm, slow jerk, the cymbal crashes
fierce tide high-
fiving itself little lullaby (please hold
the line. please hold the line. please hold
the line) drift into visions of the high-fived tide pushing
oxygen out breaking ribs I snap into a skiffle
for the fishes
Awakened by twinkle by voices by the morbid a funeral
procession for myself for a dimension I’ve left
a corpse I abandoned carry the coffin
on the lids and drift
drift
drift
drift
d.r.i.f.t
echoes of screaming electric of being licked by a socket
of sorries of fucking of torture and grandeur of soiled
of soiling of the Earth bleating horrid from it’s roots
back down into its own skull
and a fog of last gasp a fog a raped
brides veil death
sheath
bellow dear fellow
follow me through nightscape and wait-
wait- wait- deviance deviancy delinquency despair a foreplay
with the unconscious and unknown a foreplay of farewells
a foreboding forlorn fuzz an attack a sweat of noise
an open valve of sparks and the fading the dimming the no,
no, no, no, no, no, no
kiss me one last time
kiss me once
kiss me last
kiss me first and then-
and then-
and then-
(can you hear the trumpets yet? My dear
my darling,
do you hear
me where
you sleep?)
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