it's not on your business why i have beeN away for
so long — it's not even the thing i caN explaiN to myself
or to aNyoNe neaR or next to me if you catch my draft ::: >>>
i should give Lee Todd Lacks a call ::: >>>
they caMe to steaL me away ::: yes ::: i seeM to remember maNy
people who were surround me ::: i didn't know what to doO ::: they
knocked me dowN & smashed my glasses ::: they were speaking a dialect
that waS strange to me — soMething foreign to my ears & almost
otherearthly if at alL possible ::: on my hands & knees i investigated
the ground of my near & immediate vicinity for the remaiNs of my
shattered spectacles ::: a life without sight — i wouldn't
know what to do ::: >>>
little laughters — mumbling & little laughters ::: i cut
my hands i cut my knees i found myself up against the walL & felt
something pinch me on the buttocks — just a little prickle
of pinchings really ::: & theN i got dizzy & the rooM grew dark
::: >>>
soMe swampmusic & the dilly blue
darkness ::: >>>
a spiralling abyss ::: chocolate taffy to my ears ::: why o why
did my little dog go? ::: what was alL of this? where did it alL
go ::: the whole malicious drone of internet publishing ::: everything
froM 1994 onward seeMed silly & distant & like a collective dreaM
::: alL of my cottoN was stoleN ::: alL of my dreaMs were real
::: everything real was rotteN agaiN & everyoNe knows it's slinky
::: >>>
i woke up alL dressed in black you were alL dressed in black :::
i was under the kitchen table w/ a reedy breeze chilling the apartment
so ::: i apparently had beeN out of it for a while as the scent
of wild rain mingles with the funk of tiMe elapsed & goNe ::: i
aM slightly sweaty about the collar & sleeves ::: i aM attached
by little wires running froM my neck to the phonejack for soMe
reasoN ::: >>>
the wires pop out easily & i begin to spot w/ blood froM the area
of attachment ::: i aM stilL having a hard tiMe seeing [ everything
is a blur ] but i can sense that my glasses aRe ok — a
bit cracked still but ok ::: theRe aRe cuts & spots of blood &
the floor has a strange shine to it ::: but i feeL healthy :::
the apartment is stilL apparently smoke-free ::: i heaR soMe sirens
build & theN slowly evaporate as they pass outside my window :::
>>>
::: ha ha hah :::
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