Empty hearted Nothing pulling you one way or the other Bone clock At town square Where the table is talking to the chair.
"The chair speaks at 12 o'clock!" the table calls. The wind howls through the dusty streets And the typewriter of the the town sends what the chair speaks.
"Hey . -.-- .," the chair speaks "Where it divides you." "Divide and multiply." "Don't blink, for it thinks to nullify."
Doorknob is a beating heart Bleeding sharp objects to the floor Screws, razors, and knives bled to the floor.
Walk one way, on carpets. In through the back door walks another Ethereal form, Soft outline.
He's a calculator puking formulas Puking squirming formulas With only two buttons Divide and multiply.
"Life = add, subtract, divide, and multiply." Understanding: simplified But Hey . -.-- . seems to nullify.
Take a chunk out No ****** recognition A piece of wire from the chin up through the nostril, Oneself at the back door.
Threatening to sleep, Twoself. The couch sleeper Chiefing at the end of the couch.
Threeself Craving, longing, slinking around, Fingers as crooked as trees and wants, Spines for legs and spines for arms.
A cough through the walls, Fourself Forceps A cough through the walls.
Dish detergent surgeon, Pieces floating in the water. Water, a shower surfing on a person feeble in the shallows,
The selves (listen) twitch together and, in time, strike by the hour to Hey . -.-- .