Thursday, June 2, 2011

be awake

a body feels diss-lexic
all clotted & word gummd

days of wet sun and smells all a slinky down the calender's stairs

my body went to another land

in the background of someone's photograph
i nestle in data and pixels in a portobello market
stunned, among fur

where else can i go
recalibration husks me
lets it get in a little