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February 24, 2006
city of lost stations
in the dream
if you can call it a dream
for its more like
the same chapter of a film
reinventing itself again and again
fueled by insomnia and insects
by liquor and codeine
by hollow water bottles
and padlocked gates
seperating us
from grey streets, vomit, graffiti
rapists, deformities, bulletholes
these things I take with me
under my pillow
that feels like so many clods of rice
beneath my grimy curls
and grisly cheeks
I wake after some time
and poke at the clock
alone in the empty hours
coughing blood
and choking on phlem
breathing like the marathon
no water
the room saturated in sweat
my mind plays with stock footage
absurd obsessive compulsion
preventing a relapse into slumber
the hours drag lumber through the dark
somewhere
somehow
I escape
wake to a curtain filled with sunlight
steady my vertigo
and dress
search my pockets to varify the appropriate coins
and close the door tightly
caution the stairs
and find the deadbolt bolted
call the attendant
and hit the street, reeling
all I want
is some water
the early hour peasants
offer crates full of dyed cereal
and sacks of mildewed confetti
water guns
and spider masks
three blocks later
its shampoo
and vegetable oil
years of it
mountains of condensed milk cans
but no water
I find myself in the apocolypse
barrels of bubbling muck
stirred by clubfoots
chipped glasses full of steam
in the claws of onlookers
I pause for breath
glancing into the bed
of the truck beside me
assorted slabs and loose ends
of meat
the sable head of a cow
velour contour
lies gracelessly atop the carnage
its onyx eyes glistening
speaking aloud
but suffering nothing more
than the awkwardness of its dismemberment
another head
stripped clean
other then a fuzzy little nose
that someone must have forgotten
I sit down
the train tracks
are cold and reflective
the morning is rising
from behind a broken building
light polarizes
the circus of the inferno
I head back
the way I came
stumble into
two bottles of water
and carry them
back to the dark
Posted by Drexler at February 24, 2006 08:19 AM