Sunday, September 24, 2006

nerve block

not so bad. blank. i said so like i know so.
blank as a blanket about the neurons. sleepy
and curled up. puffy myelin caked
with creative
anaesthesia filling vaguely lemony. a voluntary
removal from the simulacrum
in the basement. shhhh childless children
and a warm orange glow ensues. kindness. i
think it is love. but she knows better.
escargot style.but she likes the sound
of caracol. ca. ra. col. can see a caracol rolling
down a hill but not an es. car. got. although
she doesn't want to roll anywhere. just
retract shhhh hold in breath 30 seconds
jelly from the salt in the tears. bring the air full
circle blow in suck out. but like breathing warm.
blanket against my blanket. like the boy
soft, he liked his
blanket, and she laughed but
she was wrong. shhhh come sing our crumbs
he was war orange till he spun
apple green. whirrrrr
and the purple boy shimmered crisp
regal before the air left the building.
and the brave boy wants to find
a new blanket. and the girl knows
she finds the holes. shhhh brave boy i worry
and she loves again like a big day coming.
but this time it's large like red
but better than red.
it doesn't hurt in the camp tonight. so shhhh
in the orange.
in the coracol. in the garden. in the biscuit. in the
warm blank sleep of a dormant starless sky.



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