Friday, 13 January 2012

ground me up with a slow clicking jaw,
tapping out a sentence like a metronome,
like a doomsday clock for one
as I face the wall and sweat tears,
the finality is a surreal fantasy
as the world folds like paper boxes,
all of the space crushed
all of the silent air squeeks
as my life rushes under my nostrils
and I try to figure out where I peaked.

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