6. September 2011

swimming

collapsing and swimming
fry in your sweat
so, we're still asleep
you're right.

bricks break in my madhouse
lets crack some nuts
paint them bleary
cache them
by tomorrow

reuse them as hearts
i try falling alone
in echoes you said.

i will find some bloody water
to wash my heartbeat in
last osculation
in your tired skin.
  
listen, it's nearly there
not me but its silent fiend
Wheels in your other head and holes in your other mind