ColD and BLack………black…..like squid ink spreading across rice paper…….and like the squid – dEEp seA coLd and just as lost behind my eyes………small fragments of sleep
High noon becomes an ansel adams ? Problem : he ran out of ink in the printer and were only left with sIlvEr 9A ———- I.E. One shade of gRey
Reduced, mAde naRRow – heart as limp as the As the monochrome paper falling out of old fuck faces malfunctioning printer
I take up shield and spear to slay the beast of sleep, the beast created for me by the most modern of sciences……….my head is bubble wrap with its veRy BLOOD made fOul
Who took the damn ink cartridge !!!!!!!! Spins, a windmill Just small enough to fit in my brain……..as lie, as lie, as I lie awake waiting for the squid to slide up my spINe and deliver the INK…………………COLD and BLaCK One more broken ship drifting away
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