like fresh washing...
sky so alive
huge, bending swells
for rubber room candidates
foaming at the mouth
...pain is hideous...
a dirty venetian blind that has shut out the rest of the world.
Being terrified is one way of taking your mind off of things.
the language of the hospital & the graveyard
with a head like a shoebox
digging for your life
in a decibilic heat thrash
riveted together as if by russian welders
blast me into numbness
into the voidage of drasticality...
dont look at the uniform, look at the person.
Getting one in the groyne is like falling in love:
it takes up most of your attention and it takes a lot of getting over.