dreaming

close my eyes so i can see

hold my breath so i can breathe

one foot in and one foot not

rot and rot and rot and rot

build things down and burn them up

half fill half an empty cup

feather heavy ; heart aflutter

blood gets churned and turned to butter

life: the dreaming after death

close my eyes, and hold my breath

worthless pawn perpetual dawn puppet boy wound-up toy unhinged stringed thing imaginary king gag rot writhe write your books and die

it is the arrogance of sleep in a vast and empty tundra it is her slow weary thoughts as she falls into the snow it is Hypnos' loving...

This is the story of why I am stone: I met and bedded a snake-headed roach She, but a beast, could still have me moan She poisoned me...

r.a.
rust