1. |
deep rest
00:59
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I luxuriate
In the idea of pitch black
Sleep with no alarm
Supine, close mouthed, smiling
Suspended
Fidgeting, itching urgency
To wake
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2. |
hypnopompia
00:45
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Wrapped
In threshold consciousness
Fuchsia dawn
Stains
Cold gray
Suspended water color
I want to drown in
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3. |
hard to look at
00:50
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I dove into the deep end
Of a strange backyard pool
And floated
Paralyzed
At the chlorinated montage
Of a lover smiling
In the embrace of a faceless suitor
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4. |
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There’s that train I board
Periodically
An impossible window seat
Merging
Brooklyn and Albuquerque
Long Island and Clearwater
A child pushing through
Rush hour commuters
Perpetually late
For unknowable appointments
Swallowed by decaying dark
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5. |
never wake
01:03
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Deep rest
Permanent spring
Rain
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6. |
not quite right
00:44
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I’m looking for a place to defecate
In an overflowing public toilet
I believe is attached
To a prison
But I’m the only one
There
Among the excrement
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7. |
paradox
00:25
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I dreamt I
Assaulted my mother
While she was with child
With me
Pummeling myself
With blunt force
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8. |
brutalist
01:00
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Every now and then
I return to the austere
Concrete of the Soviet style
Administrative building
Not knowing it’s function
Perhaps a school
An exam I forgot about
Navigating the dim vicinity
An intruding sun
In superposition
Erodes my tranquil terror
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