i]/sleep-uh-wake-uh-low-mah/ verb - as in psychiatry: -The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed One glance out the window, the moon glows red. Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six. At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle how an airplane lands at night. The towers hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero telling us which way is up and which way to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious and lighting the turning down, down, down. Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads. How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one? Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better. Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
Strike a pose, my dear like the corpse you are Blackened veins shimmering under moonlight I can see an absence of heart underneath your thorny ribcage Stay away with that arctic touch This spirit of mine loosely stitched together will most readily crumble Like this love, too swiftly decomposing
Stress! A killer of love! Fact! It rips the heart asunder, Nothing is left to give, It shreds the lifeblood, Till there's nothing to offer. It dries the body Twisted and broken, Stress! Cares not, who you are, Stress! Or where you're from, It bleeds you dry, Then you wither and die, Stress!
The crows' song reminds me of our untimely end Your displaced heart in my withered hands as we wane shoulder-to-shoulder under a star-shy night I see your portrait in the black clouds; I know you will sprout in a place that I cannot follow