rapid hatchery

A seeking in me restless gazing at toothpicks haphazard A lacking of oracles, an absence of Tokyo, and yet I hear sirens There are trains on either side of me I look to my left and faces in the windows mix combine meld I see one being staring at me with two hundred eyes Speaking stuttered words I can't decipher but know in my panting lungs are true So true True like knocking More true than salt I tasted something a moment ago but cannot remember how it felt I can't remember how to curl my tongue It hurts to bend my thumb backward where it once rested so comfortably I am losing my flexibilty and my knuckles crack when I hold a paintbrush My back complains when I use two pillows I have always used two pillows I now use none and sleep on my arms I know my arms better now but simply because I can bring them to my face Unlike my guilt Unlike my tongue I curl up in the trunk of my car and feel it being towed My foot is asleep and I imagine someone else is feeling their foot for the first time I want to find myself underground A barrel should be there with me and afire I should be dancing with abandon around limestone streetlights A ruler and a stretch of corrugated cardboard scream challenges from the floor I despise doing favors for myself But there are hyenas watching and I am missing the choices I once had No burning brands left to me Just my glowing hands holding eggs and my breath to blow them into flamesRight. I just wrote this so I am not yet distant enough from it for revisions. I complete rewrite is not out of the question. So what you should draw from all that is: Rip into it. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 02:00 PM PST   0 • 10