Friday, December 3, 2010

The air in it was like Popsicles

I couldn't see three feet in back of my face
introduce:
night terror dream space
notches on arm posts

rigid fist clench dig deep nail gouges gauge time
panicky pace steps
wander in disillusioned variables of
I- can't sleep
II- can't calm
mind blazing traits of unconscious banter tapes

Mix tape One, Side A:
~some song about the weather
~long period of indiscernible brain refuse
~Body Beautiful - Salt N Pepa
~half a speech on nuclear fission
Mix tape One, Side B:
~unintentionally left full

black dogs catch underfoot
shadows besides, muscles twitch
some mitigated circumstance
overseen by god and the milkman
if it wasn't for free refills
I'd strangle myself.