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
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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