2005-05-19 - 1:24 a.m.
some say I'm a danger sleeper
the soft edge of everything happening hit like an egg and broke. like eggs break! you were an egg and you broke.
some say I'm a
motionless muzzled and nuzzled mr. arsebright nevermore and his 12 ton truck of dog faced palindromes into an oncoming cloud. no one wasn't injured.
a sense of ellipsis
awakened in the fury of digital notetaking that was the business of some blinking lights near your forehead at the time and all other times embarking from there to somewhere else they've also been before.
1000 years of jellybread eyes later the discontinued money that was my life in monkey hands slept and swept sideways up the caterpillar wall; asking, smashing. portions of the left side of my face betrayed an ongoing reversal of yesterdays meted results. the half tone monotony rose, toolbelts and apple box morning calling from toothache to toothache in this spilled upon time this picked at time. this rising hour the morning is emboldened by light and all it implies.
whose motion we describe and cloak we borrow, whose neighborly walk we can't disguise a smile at when wintering in the southern hemisphere.
