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July 14, 2005
Nyquil
people can come see me
in a photograph
and they will see
that I
never was
what I used to be
twisted sheets strangle
the contortionist
into tortured designs
a current of sweat
wrung from the pillow
wrung from the flesh
spills down the vine
while
the teeth of the alarm clock
grind the minutes into
daybreak
nightmares
and
motion detector
floodlamps
play flashbulb
in the purgatory
of the mind
hours fold
into days
days
stuffed into minutes
and the bathroom sells
lightning
sardined behind the light switch
behind the curtain
in the shadows
amongst the reptiles
cold water
stands in a glass
on the floor
and of course
it is empty
the sun is crawling
in through the cracked pane
and restless night
hangs you
out to dry
Posted by Drexler at July 14, 2005 10:32 AM