Wednesday, February 8, 2012

I SHOOT SOMNAMBULISTS

foreskin ultrasounds look very hybrid sock-middle finger
catching fire, filthy thoughts'
neon cognitive brace;
cold love passing through wiggling gills

accept your fate, Satan: entombed, loud,
ugly, uncaring,
edible, why not?

went from treacle
in TV commercial
to folded more flat,
cavities in sound-deadening material
sick-spattered on sanatorium walls;

sleepwalking ghosts
appeared angled

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