The mirror cracks
And I find myself swimming through the shag carpet.
I curl into a ball under the foot of those that walk over me.
I burst into dust am vacuumed up
Forever asleep in the vacuum cleaner bag
Alone with dead skin cells, bread crumbs and hair.
I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.
Oh, sleep—the coat over my naked, cold body.
Someone lights a candle and I feel myself being poured,
Green and wet, into a glass.
Clumps of sugar clunk against my head.
The following may or may not be a part of the same "poem," but it was written the same night.
I bleed into a shadow
Lose my body
Am just a brain
A brain longing to be insane
But the suburban life remains
I drink absinthe to land on the shore of genius,
But find I've only gone down river, to Elgin.
I'm going to start a nuclear war with myself.
Be a POW for awhile, then break free.
Go to a pet store and release all the lizards.
Go lizards go!
Find your hot sun.
Discover your rock.