06/03/2008

Carpet

Wired thesis of mine lay so alive,
in my clothes sleeping is tough to tackle,
on a bed of crust, hair, dust, tobacco,
I try hard to unwind this frame of mind.

Fate fevers the falling, the unkind slide,
the night faded off, its haze still inside.
Unbitten but in the shell I reside,
small crawling lives scuffle around and hide.

Something smears in my giant chrysalis,
they dance on reality's edge of grime.
I calm down, slowly peer clearly okay,
I know they stare, my cup remains twisted.
Through the dank rotting beneath me they climb,
I slip, slide my psyche into decay.

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