Friday, July 26, 2013

SHAVINGS OF EARTH

Blink tight
Eyes almost refuse to open
Nut thermometer drops into the lap
of emptiness overlooked
harshly eccentric 


and carved into a rigid daze
sitting at a slumped attention
fucking morning

An image virus
Stick figures drawn in the layer of vomit
Legs and arms toppled 
Felled park she wants to return to
for caressing a slipped disk 
for a slipped tongue 
slip of the tongue
tonguing a slip
fucking morning

another day of
what to call it
what
to call it
another day of
looking up and the thumb this time
digging a smile into the face
that never opens
having some
having some day
having some difficulty
logging into it
another day of
what to call it
what
to call it


- Max Stoltenberg



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