1.12.14



I was going to bed
                        
I was tired

I had given drink a slight edge on my evening   and now
I was calling it a night
turning in
to sleep

but no sooner had my head hit the pillow
hardwood 
           blazed across my mind

fuckin marvelous

hardwood



engaged by hardwood 
                        I reeled hung up snagged on this slender rogue spur
my brain besotted caught a raw edge
a cleaved splinter
threatening to blow out  maximise its spike   drive itself deep inside me
too deep
       to be relieved by a matchscorched needle
or pray the carpenter Exacto knife I kept 
                                           a miserable excuse for a scalpel  
otherwise Id have to wait on it 
                                 let it grow uncomfortable warm and red  swelling
until my body had had enough and pushed it out
at least enough to grasp its skull with a tweezer
yank
      be alleviated of its irritation

                             
Im thinking bodies would make excellent landlords  
utterly  graphically Impartial
not turned in any direction
no argument  Reason
begging or cajoling

Keen
recognising either what benefits it or Not
and if Not 
            Adios moo moo chachu (he didnt speak Spanish or the steadfast Mexican 
his father erred)
Twentythree skidoo  baby

Ya dig


hardwood
 
there would be other names other nights that he summonsed on the glass vapor of vodka

another drink to-night
                       anmaybe nothing would have come
the quiet slap of linen at the back of my head
then senseless

no ruminating

no catches
or hooks


a congenital abyss



and perhaps others prefer
                            to slip into an abyss when going to bed  to sleep

not the sharp crackles and dull redden throbs that mill like networked lines and shafts
against the coalblack silvering  as those peering back at me 
                                                                and me at me

going to sleep was an adventure  and taking something into it
upped the ante

hardwood
ironwood
petrified 
                                       

wood

to fashion a shiv or club
theres nothing at the door to check you in pat you down  or ID you

you kick in the gate 
                      and it absorbs you

a greenviolet buzz plays in your ears
  


2307,  Saturday,  29  11. 14

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