Sunday, December 13, 2015

3:31 A.M. Freewrite

Break a fog
on your knee, and hear
the nonexistent sound
of gas on pain;

I don't know, but
I don't think I've been told
how to imagine anything else.

Another hour, perhaps three,
it'll be morning
and I'll be awake.


Definitely means nothing. But you can still judge it harshly—in fact, please do!

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