5 August 2008
sticky
two more bla bla dreams last night
you know, ranting perfect paragraphs
and no one listening
when I woke a small hand
was in my mouth
a toe felt fur
and men and women and moon
and legs trees slits boles shadows
a cry
clung like another sort of dream
and all day slowed me down
and I couldn’t get outta my head
that damn
yodelling
canary