Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Bedpost Bends (excerpt)

    Read for a while about the blood of a lovely red scare. I close my eyes and press against a light and burn the lids for a brief orange sight. Who would pay somebody to dance? Feet to carpet. Feet to carpet. Beat me crazy, baby. Deal with hydration. The chair scratched the paint from the wall in the living room. Spin around a vroom a doom a boom. Other information. Inactive ingredients. She reacted too slowly in the shock of the moment. No one knows, so self impeach. Red eyes cold. Warm with the sink. Give up, live a loss. A bedtime of quiet muttered muffled shrieks. Lies of a hall light. Stare at the posters, my very own poseur. Pull up the covers. Live in the shallow shadow. All containers are empty and under feet. Trip over cold, barely dressed in black. Feeling old and without a lease. Grab the leash to that same old crap. Shock in the mirror. I thought it was a mirror. Collapse to the tile and beneath the pipes. Sleep deep and alone in the hole of emptiness. The stars are stains on a ceiling. Jump down! I'm running away from the deadly piranha. Walking on water. Never sinking. Just too damn fast. Making everyone that I outrun mad. And they'll murder me just for my smile. And leave my teeth. They'll punish me for looking better. They'll wear me. Feet to wet carpet. Feet to wet carpet. I'm feeling myself a sympathetic catastrophe. Throw me down the stairs. Rip out my hair. Something I shouldn't have thought. Eternity is the briefest flash. I get sick every hospital day. Multi-colors, colored glass. Sitting quickly. Standing swiftly. What are you looking for? I dunno. Something better or at least after. Something after, more to go. Something, anything, anything at all. And in the vents dust crowd in insistence. Red eyes freeze solid. Graying dirt. Flecks flick the air is sick. Dark, go to every corner in the roof. Fly to the front. Suck to the back. Cave in. Chipped to bits and on the floor. That pulsing device that hurts when I breathe. Scratch out a sigh of disbelief. I am the monster I saw in my dreams. That thing in the haze that would threaten to leave....

1 comment:

  1. always with the beautiful, disturbing imagery, you. i love it.

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