stream of consciousness before the sunrise

Goven the hoves
fleem pockeled filled gloves
grafted to crushed crums
slalled in deep coriander crust
enough for every returned gone giver
to given lost locks
lost metal locks
lost and rusted and shattered and cold
clocks that are
slotted
knotted and tree like
cornered and frusted
turse nunch
coral callouses formed
from fists made too harsh
from digging into them own
from nails cruising through skin and curling
cloasting out
through raw knockles
cunderned and between bone and out
murky and foggy raw
straw piles to sleep in
don't know home
cloy poudered prush
frush
crush me under it all
reduce me to dust

Portrait Stream of Consciousness 2006

I just sucked so much
helium that I think my brains turned dry
it's cracking into powder and
coating fish for fry
Smoothing down the creases and cracking at the seams
But I know too much to have known what it's like to dream
my words are just a scream
my eyes are just a beam
They reach out into darkness hoping to find something
that is what it seems

My hands are just claws
my tEEth always Gnaw
My heart is looking frantically
for something to clench in its jaws