Did I light a fuse?
I'm surrounded by numbers and texts
three wicks strobe my eyes,
inflicting searing heat above my brows...
they are raised right now
my mind is glowing.
Did I introduce myself?
I'm struck by the faces reflected
in the flicker, they don several personalities
each one ready to strike, to sleep, to console, to make mad love!
each one deceptive, a malcontent, a miserly spectre!
each incarnation projected on to the ceiling, looking down their long noses... they drip, some bleeding, some weeping, some salivating!
Did I talk of people and places and things?
The frames are dark, I know their pictures,
but in the pale, I can alter their affliction...
I can be devious to a fault
and surely will,
you shall have a mustache,
you will no longer be shrill,
you look like you heard what I said, I'm shouting it at you again!
you will look as I did when I hung beside you, and
laugh at how it may have ended, "what leaving so soon?"
you will have felt the love in that embrace,
you will have been blindsided by having a feeling at all.
Did you know the air talks in here?
Sometimes it sounds like a whimper;
a caustic banter that, had you been awake,
would have made you feel a part of the conversation...
you know, the one I'm having with you right now...
it smacks cold against my feet... they run for cover (ever see a cat dream?)
the air raptures, I'm sure the bill will be high this summer.
ET, are you well traveled?
Now I may be wrong, but you were likely crafted in China,
you are my oldest and most cherished possession,
you have seen me fall out of bed, puke my guts out, have my
first 'sex' and then with a partner... I hope you never talk!
I find it funny that for an out-of-world'er you never judged me...
but I did chip your eyes away from dropping you on the floor each
night, and for that I apologize... I did take you to Europe, and to BC, do you remember? The truest friend I ever had. Your comfort was always in the stitched quality; and I can still cite my smile with a single glance at you.
I thought water-boarding was against international law?
Yet there it is, a long slender frame that takes up part of the wall...
the board runs the full length, powered by socket, I added water to it just today... it is the ruin of all my wrinkled thoughts, it perfects purely for your amusement... hardly a reason to implement, and the burn... wow that fucker is hot! I douse with steam, as I fume, it isn't as easy as I thought... I seem to have confused my iron for something else; I tried to wear it.
4:59, 4:59, 4:59 I'm seeing in triplicate?
All I have is time, and it is vivid red, vivid green, and somber black.
Do you realize how long it took for me to get here?
I blow and cannot extinguish, my mind glows hot, my feet are freezing
it would seem my mind is the strangeness, the decor has insisted I relent;
I ramble.
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