5/12/10

fibre-optimism

fibre-optimism uhflowin from muh
heed, mah hee yed, daytuh
tumblin, tossin dawn frm to tha
burd i choked i skwashed his lil
neck but wha wha is it ahyou
send me to muh room

wah you mayk me turn
rownd all fas qwik so mah
heed goes brite so i kin see
wen mah eyes is closd?

stupid, bright

cinched tight-tucked a
cigarette butt in my
pipes,

i sing to the
milky way, slung
non-dairy creamer;
a miracle a
mess.

cough on the
bones and clocks clicking
cracking round my
cords.