you can see them
you can see them
the nails they pin everything to
the wall next to my bed
father and child unlooking
i am misery and blurry hands and fingered
hands
and woman with mask
woman with lips ****** off
man with hat

brain imploded
when i lie in bed i feel like shaking and like i might survive
another three days

and half blue woman
bird fed by woman's tears
everything next to my bed is woman's
and tears's and slippery what's really happening
dead fireworks of two dates

the old acid buy me more tides
i am led by the waves and they push me aside
complain that it is not enough

i can keep on coming forever
i can twirl
put my head on while hands and
slip away slowly
a course of history
in which i am ever arriving
nine times complete circles on a
seabed of trick trick
brim stick
wide stick
stick stick to me wisely