Nov 7, 2014



thursday morning, December tenth,
magic  of lies encourages mindset;
tap drops ~with the  same rhythm  they go down -
each of them groan and scream, as they fall

here I am lying down, the ceiling does not move,
six thousand volts no longer flies;
silver horses are not even close to me -
the waterly  drill bores and bores

in the ocean
are all deserts,
sandy streams gurgling dry;
heavy mallet smacks your head,
drop after drop falls
                        -everything else is just a sea

thursday morning, birds can’t be heard,
crude dreams are full of blurred water;
Volkswagens are traveling  in my head-
drop after drop falls

                           -misgivings are flowing in

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