graphite

I have a metal cereal waste libido breakfast
time and trance again,
porcelain drool is on the floor...

can't recall the room.
Lights and clouds of stale morning images
I'll be an after thought,
an upright, photo worthy ape
of deranged pulse in nature's winding frame
just for one day

we can be paranoid about waiting all day
just for one second

Time loses character over the dust of evaporated verse
Right twisted, standing hairpins on the wall...

we could be mammals, and I'll hack songs all the time...
there could be crowds, cringing dental shoulder
there could be lovers across the bend