Thursday, April 21, 2011

A REPEATED, SELF-AWARE, HUMOROUS MANNER


I dreamt all of me, woke feeling like F sharp
or a geisha, but forgot my address.

I briefly felt nothing with unfocused eyes severely
while staring at who has drawn me

behind the idea of a computer screen.
I briefly experienced a specific sensation like recovering

in darkness earnestly committing to eating my hands.
I'm going to consolidate something

fixated on my leg, upper arm, lower back.
I was painlessly dying from NYC.

Someone has been saving the refrigerator
while semi-unconsciously yearning for a degree.

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