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.

what's left for me here?

cold, debts and fear.

you're half a world away

and i'm scratching at the sky.

what's left for me here?

i will this world away.

toy crank plastic
motor, metal
windup, click tick between
vertebrae, hips moan
snap
behind me a
smeared fly on the wall or
window

vapor hang

a cardboard

crown is hemmed onto a

little boy's head,

blood falls to his

shoulders, his lips

winding, inclined.

bed sheets pinned to his

collar float-fall vapor hang,

hushed.

i have been sitting here for nearly ten minutes now, sifting through my iTunes library to find the right song. whatever bit of music i'd been searching for would kick my skin into scales and i'd feel something to write down. i'd swim in something that i could keep forever.

i am dry.