a smattering of raindrops pepper my window panes their ragged trails are bleached by another thorazine moon a thousand dark misgivings are nesting in my brain a swarm of ravenous locusts are wheeling on the wing there’s space beneath the blankets I’m slipping through again strange fruit and poplar trees I’ve seen this place before I’m talking to some woman I sense that she’s a friend I seem to know her face but can’t recall her name the local boys are rowdy on tonic wine and beer I’m peeling away my skin it’s a reptile house in here I can hardly breathe I’m running out of air someone is calling my name but I don’t seem to care I’m all fucked up again a little worse for wear is what’s inside leaking out? is what’s outside crashing in? I tore these words from the paper and pasted them into the void it’s a menagerie of countersigns a procession of disjointed images that could signify anything but most likely don’t it’s the dark side of morning and no one gives a shit most of us are sleeping perhaps I’m sleeping too maybe this is a dream I hope it is a dream cause if this is just a dream I could make an escape I could dial myself a ride and terraplane away
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