datum gemacht:1/25/10: ~10:32pm
*it blends too fast
when i sleep,
i try to seawalk
in flats,
and hopelessly fail
with paralyzed feet,
off the mark.
up the roller coaster blindfolded,
a therapists voiceover..
grasping the bars beside me
while recalling what the
gangland hispanic dwarves
did to my cunt
and,
there were other girls too..
back in my attic,
kicking the mattress
searching for
my little blue wishbox,
and the treasure that masks
the ever potent clarity
of
the goddamned
truth
lit by unseen shapes when stars spin in their habitrail.
