CONDENSED (Oct. 2nd)
after i shut the door
my brain
respiring seismic
tuned to the flux
in exhaled subterranean dissolution
surreal
boundlessly gutted in the doorway
blowing the ceiling off
and COLD
I crept downstairs
with no clothes
I never slept
picture of me sleeping
was on the floor at home
drove out of the dream
to this room
the window down
to splash my face
like a bucket of oceans
still all heavy knowing
you didn't have any rest
in a cocoon of REM
and fog wouldn't pour
onto the window where
words were walking
I felt nothing
Nothing happened
my brain
respiring seismic
tuned to the flux
in exhaled subterranean dissolution
surreal
boundlessly gutted in the doorway
blowing the ceiling off
and COLD
I crept downstairs
with no clothes
I never slept
picture of me sleeping
was on the floor at home
drove out of the dream
to this room
the window down
to splash my face
like a bucket of oceans
still all heavy knowing
you didn't have any rest
in a cocoon of REM
and fog wouldn't pour
onto the window where
words were walking
I felt nothing
Nothing happened