& Raymond in bed with his cold today
Observes each cone each rod featureless among wastelanders
All lucid ships falling thru sky lights
He rises & stumbles
Chaste along spanning months of hospital floors
Writing fizzles his poems seduce / recall a spasm
The daze never stiltify
Or lag if he wonders
If he sexes himself
Oj & grits
His shit is a stranger stranger to himself
A crosswalk / a bio down among
Knowing tales
The news is not a dove today
Imagined space pokes back a finger
Mucho
With the sweet meats offered in outrage
Bad angels picnic the craven walls of his cave his room
He panics the outline of a dream out:
Peache pits in little hard tempos
Rodent appears Raymond appears rodent on cycles
Each episode a new millennia
The sun is not a lord today
Imagined creatures crest among dust bunnies
Sing din of the real
Hapless ray of streaking madness stands at a sink
Reading stop signs don't suicide
His farts
Too seem odd
His heaven too narrow holds claim
On the comic
The real
In good clothes his street clothes
His body’s a thought purged onto walls
If his poem is shabby his bed burns
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