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May 02, 2005
D. Duck and the Stereosonic Medicine
dredging the piggybank
we found no palatable solutions
in fact
we found nothing at all
disillusioned, however briefly
I absorbed another droplet
and fashioned myself as Icarus
Retreating into the now
there came an insidious crash
a web of adulteration entered
entangled in the suffocating drapes of reality
I sat up
as well as I could
and shoved a landmine in its path
but such feeble attempts at sovereignty
go unnoticed by those hitherto
a lanky swan
crawled from my clutches
and into my arms;
keeping my hands busy
while other forces
were at play
Dense bludgeoning noises aside
I recovered pretty well,
showering away the miscues,
shedding a second skin
as if it were sweat
and perhaps it was
Seamless shapes came and went
as they pleased
driving foreign tongues into my tightly stitched nightmare
and caressing my impaired generosity with meat hooks
Sometime before the dawn
I woke upon my floored mattress
naked and wretched
To the left:
a single burgundy candle still wavered
paying its final respects;
its compatriots having already passed on
A disengaged wine bottle lay famished, on its side
On the right
beyond the soft glow:
a tangle of chestnut tresses
draped like a bouquet over an ivory shoulder blade;
protruding from the undercarriage of a Mexican blanket
on the far side of my bed
I made no attempt to stir her
or recall who she was
I rose tentatively
like the Second Coming
and slowly lurched toward a water source
...equilibrium dropkicked my longitude, latitude
and cracked my skull on the porcelain sink, speckled with rust
The jarred mirror in front of me beckoned
revealing a violet indentation filling out on my forehead
blood began to pepper through
I got to my feet
located the kitchen
and found a plastic chair to avenge myself in
Someone had left a full set up
on the table
so I searched for the mainline
and sent it home.
...time fell to the wayside
leaving me with nothing to lose track of..
I was shaken alert
by someone left over from another lifetime
...eventually I found partial focus
(one eye having been glued shut with blood)
and tried to amass the situation
borne from this very body
but light began to dissolve
and night, like locusts, took to these badlands
while I
took to all fours
crawled to the divan
and began vacuuming areas of the coffee table
with a glass straw
Somewhere along the line
I noticed that my records were scattered all across the floor
some cracked, others broken
and I began to cry
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 11:17 AM