frothing,, grasping upward from a soporific torpor and wishing to touch myself as no one will- split –splash & jump on that to look again and there was a page of a book seen lickety flesh quick and I saw those I loved as being greasy and unfit and the life that had shelled around me was in fact full of pus deep in tissue walls and I hovered there looking down at my despicable grin and pale black bagged beggar eyes and moral ineptitude written on english scented stationary and fAiLuRe and ReGrEt so mighty as to sear the flesh upon my knees and thats how time slipped away, chuckling and lubricated. This became like god and I was calm, spent. Swallowed down dandelion root to regain my legs and went out to fail again,

In the perpetual constant wandering of late the road was a hypnotic ribbon and the cat sat quietly looking out the window and the shine caught her eye and my head did swivel in a opportunistic direction which afforded the view of a family of javelinas traveling at a great gallop across a ragged flowered canyon and they as one looked back at us, a woman approaching middle years with a heavy steel heart and it was as if they said, you! are but a wound....soon to fade to scar.

and the inkling to put reliance within the black walls of words when miserable actions had fallen to shreds before the peeled back eyelids was so strong that all caution was thrown into the pile of things that made us feel caustic- the shrieking tea kettle, the braking taxi- this is you being impotent. i shall grow my hands back and cast you from me as a filthy vaseline covered object. for i am of fury.