Monday, July 19, 2010

concrete block

it's like a void a block of concrete - so meticulously placed right at the front of my heart - it makes it impossible to make decisions i can not think i can think but there is no action what is this feeling called? a state of mind? what is this state of mind referred to in the medical encyclopedia?

don't go outside

don't go anywhere beyond the borderline - where exactly is that today? it is the perimeter of my room

no air
i have no air and i am in the biggest most open vast space in the eastern area
no air - eye scratch-scratch

take this poster advertising menthol cigarettes down - forcing me to lick my lips
and i don't even like menthol
or menthol cigarettes

rock my posture forward back
forward
shaky hand

marvel the power point
how so many sockets can fit so abruptly
1,2,3,4 powered materials running off that one strip - my mind can not comprehend
i am allergic to electricity the fear of the zap and blackened index finger

thought to shower venture onwards out of bubble hard going digestion
can she do it?

i want to stand in your shadow walking down the side street so the extremities of the world will be tricked momentarily into thinking that my form is just an extension of you
but it is not and i am afraid that i have no other option than to shower and venture into said world

chest tighten i wish i could wear white sometimes but i am afraid that colour would attract too much attention
i apply my camouflage make up 2 x 2 fingers at a time and when i am done i look like i am auditioning for black hawk down
the sequel
i want to star as the extra

.i am the extra sipping tea in my fold up chair i jiggle the tea bag nuemours times to reach my full effect
i am not impressed by the way the stage is set up, though i take to it nonetheless
evil canneries fly about aimlessly so as to emphasis the point more over
what exactly is the point right now?
wondering down the street in your shadow
monkey magic black hawk down
shaky hand caress a menthol cigarette advertisement advertising cancer
i know what it is to be surrounded by people with emphazema and it's really distrubing
breathe into a straw
breathe into a paper bag
breathe into my lungs

the star of this show

is the yellow cannery

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