Monday, July 13, 2009

justwrite 13 july

phantasmagorical innocence drips down his face washing away in the too-bright sunshine the melting results in catapulting emotions is this a face worth devotion or is the ploy too cloying annoying to have to wonder to wander farther past the simplified the line breaks taking up the space the upright bike instead of the treadmill i am awake now i can fake how easy it is to be sleepy and the creepy crawling feeling of insomnia echoes back compacted into my lungs strung along and tied into loose knots the haves and the not gots breathing easily into a cool pillow no thought of balancing neck back tracking with upright de-collapsing there is traffic on the dreamway nothing is free to begin with and to finish an alarm which suggests rest has been attained though little gained in some sense lost without cost how hard to remember in the dark that the morning will arrive with surprise at the number of tissues derived from the night's thick air and chills willing away the hours considering reading for speeding the time climbing dues out of thrashed rugs or at least somewhat shaken breaking the slow descent to earth of the normal trend the bend between green and gray and the way the world works the subject jerks to a backward sneeze the trees freezing into place and the morningwet grass outlasting each wrong turn or spilled milk but i have taken out the trash and i am ready to relapse into fiction this true-life condition is somewhat dull to listen to and i thank you for your indulgence

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