I cant shut Miller up

                    hes a voluptuary who talks incessantly vivaciously an to keep up with him I fire synapse after maddening synapse into the air through the smoothvaulted ceiling that is my skull an from it bolts of shivering light peer down through cordite smoke tickle the floor an up from the batshit pinholes blink like nuclear stars an inbetween on wrinkled sheets of tissue projections are cast by reels an reals of purple memory blue experience and yellow unrealised possibilities 

   I run my hands through my hair

light shudders 

motes of dust are stirred

   I want to fall back to sleep dream  Im in my bed beside my love her warm breath at my cheek her breasts near my breath upon them

                    sleep  deep  sleep

but sonorously his voice washes across the chords of my nerves  the vibrations they intone are irresistible

                                                                                                                 they writhe like slick serpents on tines of wet grass or blind earthworms burrowing to evade ivory beaks of famished birds

I cant shut him up

I wont shut him up

                   fast phantoms jailbreak between the blink of an eye I scarcely have a clue that they were even there  dull irradiated shadows evaporating on the film of my eye like the scent of fresh water in the desert the smell of roses of a feminine ghost 

 

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