Surface scratches track red splats at the white cornea,
lids hang heavy,
lifted by socket-muscles like sheet-rock held overhead,
lactic acid more prevalent than oxygen,
breathing slow unsteady.
Und twisted plastic glasses frame
slides down my nose.
Blurry view.
Nodding off at a pew.
Pepe le pu.
Poo.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Incoherent
Posted by Kould bE aNyone 0 comments
at 10:49 PM Labels: near-journal, po', short
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