Beds moaning in a give and take
some sort of car crash outside, morning’s roadkill
people choking on their breath during sleep.
I exhale words I do not mean to say then swallow them up again
just battered croaking –
all these sounds spattered like a Victorian print.
I feel the air of another person whistling on my backside:
he will climb vines to get in my bed and eat me.
I hear night-noises, and that is what I think,
there are cannibals at the sill
big green tree-looking men who fit me whole in their stomach.
My bedroom, like a cupboard
and me the same, we open without a key.
Across the street
there has to be a factory of some sort
where women are put into jars for jam and their skin’s the toast –
they get pregnant by ear. One hundred decibels
given by my father’s snoring moustache
and fifty for an ****** that causes leopard print sheets.
Then, I am in a dream in which
someone large holds me
closer than a criminal, but we just ballroom dance.
Then, I open those eyes again
and dogs bark in southern accents
and my house sweats from a nightmare
and the hour hands me sandbags
and wives finally get to pawn the rifle for thousands
but not before I hear a shot.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Beds moaning in a give and take
some sort of car crash outside, morning’s roadkill
people choking on their breath during sleep.
I exhale words I do not mean to say then swallow them up again
just battered croaking –
all these sounds spattered like a Victorian print.
I feel the air of another person whistling on my backside:
he will climb vines to get in my bed and eat me.
I hear night-noises, and that is what I think,
there are cannibals at the sill
big green tree-looking men who fit me whole in their stomach.
My bedroom, like a cupboard
and me the same, we open without a key.
Across the street
there has to be a factory of some sort
where women are put into jars for jam and their skin’s the toast –
they get pregnant by ear. One hundred decibels
given by my father’s snoring moustache
and fifty for an ****** that causes leopard print sheets.
Then, I am in a dream in which
someone large holds me
closer than a criminal, but we just ballroom dance.
Then, I open those eyes again
and dogs bark in southern accents
and my house sweats from a nightmare
and the hour hands me sandbags
and wives finally get to pawn the rifle for thousands
but not before I hear a shot.
