Monday, February 16, 2009


Easter egg me
covered in itchy itchy bits
hot faced and tired
my ends are split

Need a rest
a pill full of dark
can't find my bed
can't even start

Sitting here pain
in the flats of
clothes on skin
I feel a thirst

I close my eyes
dream of sheets
and the wave washes me
to fields of era and tide

I don't glow
with touches of sun
whiffs of coconut
and baby oil

I melt
with stink of cortisone
burned badly backhands
and beaten brows

I will rise
I will float
at 5 o clock
and drug myself to dreams

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