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.

.

Hey You.

Ugly motivate-R
easy dissociate-R
chronic masturbate-R

That pose you hold
is sewn in your clothes
with strings of bones
and applesauce

Starch Spray IRONed Stiff
by demons taunting with tokes
of
ENDlessly
PERpetuating
HOPscotch
MotionReality.

It was a tattle tall tale
Irritable Vowel Syndrom
'cause "RAIAIAI" doesn't score
in scrabble.
Mind blur dazzles from
carpet floor slumber parties
and working steam wands into
hand blisters.
Low on the dough,
but not on the dole.
breath
easy
butter buns.

puppy dog heart tug crush pup
cuddle bugs in attic wires
Singed Featherduster.
Sorted KnickKnacks.
Solidified Protagonist.

Seeking:
suckerfish pronouns
lip locked engine reved
speed champ
cosmonaut.

Protoplastic Deathmatch Hatemonger
Turn to local 12, let ye be rested.

there are molecular discrepencies in the mindsphere.
and when you ask me how it goes
you'll get
fair to middlin'
tolerable'
'cause that's where it rests
some place between
facsimile motion drive
and
back scratch fusion blur tank.

Terracotta pots
TerraCOTTA pots
TERRACOTTA POTS.

don't look for
the in
out
side
fast
back
meanings.
you'll get nowhere.

fuck your simple stream sideline symphonies.

There are some who say their
gods were created out of chaos.
My gods,
I make mine out of habit.

the hallway smelled of fruits
honeydew, or cantaloupe
there's bone dust on the table
last night i made love to
a beautiful girl
her bellybutton was pierced to
remind the world that she
was a rebel.
i crack open a can
of citrus flavored soda
taste the hallway
and count the corners of
the room
twelve