and maybe it was all in my head which
may be a seventeenth-dimensional
projection or inscrutable code for
pixels and such, or so they say, either
way for a while I didn’t have much
fun at all then got a taste and
got real sore waking up like that
and who knows what other stumbles
Sometimes a light nothing fills me
and I want to burn the forest
but my sweet nib smooth paper it’s
something for the mumbling ghosts to
gnaw on while I cross-hatch for an
hour gumming those juicy mistakes
Tag: taste
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Is it to quiet those sounds from above
that won’t leave me alone or to drown the
noise of the dog’s desperate licking where
does the source hide itself but such thoughts are
not really for me I get too excitedrest badly and when the excursion starts
I’d rather stay in bed but mostly I
want to write about something besides an
ugly bag mostly filled with water thoughit holds some moderate pleasure toothsome
despair and thick clotted rumination,
which may not be to everyone’s taste buthelps exercise the moist gray maze when
I would have had little else but sleep
other animals 