Im going down the road
to unload my head
blown semiconductor
fizzes out the blue spark
I catch one, swallow
and revive

slow the drift to the right
correct the stearage, break it
all circuits blown
all diagrams confused

a mass of congeal
lumps of lead and clay
settle to form
a massive bulk

Stumbled upon in my most
wakeful moments
dreams that slowly distend
shouts never heard, runs never ran

We are dead, have to be
this is death, I see the worms
crawl through the flesh
eat grey holes, the lite shines through

I crossed the roads, the roads to my refresh
the other side full of succulence
drips of sweet, glistened globes
I eat, and break the fresh

07/17/2007

Posted on 07/17/2007
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