[something very...]
a rapid discharge of
cranial matter
smeared &
plastered
onto pressed bio-mass
shaped out and up
unto
canvas page
in
un-orderly
pollock-eque fashion
teetered on the brink
exchanged vows
with
the porcelin king
my throne
my home
and all
alone
sucking up airwaves &
spitting out
false
lines

[sleep]
still slightly lucid...just
enough
to write this down
she, lying next to me;
she,
tucked safely in dreams---
this life is better
than
any dream of mine
so i
dare not close my eyes
i'd rather be right here
right now
with her by my
side