holey shit

dreaming, waking,
it doesn't seem to have disappeared
my little sandman
now fuck off
I want you gone by the time I count to ten
now closing my eyes

and open wide, good girl
but against better wishes
it still is.
unforgiving,
I'd hope you'd leave
now if i just batten down once more...

I am surprisingly indifferent
but feel every modicum urging panic
There's a hole in your fucking leg!
Maybe a nickname would lighten?
The Littlest Hole-bo?
Oh shut-up it's not even remotely funny.

I dab an antidote
touch cavity by mistake
it sucks to my fingertip
dry skin to open wound
an unenthusiastic wet smacking
my stomach turns

just tell me to shut up

here in an un-made bed
empty cans and bottles littering
crushed twenties of silk-cut purple
droning through floorboards gravely base of late-night hosts

here incarcerated sit
60watts of barren bulb dim to fit
the disrobed fragility of the unkempt
as the windows grow bars and the door clicks close

It's a little grinding, the commute
against the rails, with the cheap seats
but mostly on my nerves.

probably

I feel eroded. I think there's something there. But all they wanted was a fuck in the afternoon. So I rebel. I play their game as best I can. I use, and in using make space for improvement. I'm sure it should have happened by now. This was only meant to be a temporary measure. And doesn't everyone just say that its going to happen. When? Soon, soon. I begin to think I am unmatchable.

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

An exhaling quivering
condensed
into pure rapture

A waking bracing
delectation
stirred inside

The impassioned gospel
beguiling
to an overture

Now fracturing deep
enchantment
as it will never be

irresistable, still
you are compulsion
to me