Sweating from the heat of the typewriter

And pale with the blinds closed

I slam the keys like a scholar insomniac

Beginning to understand

Purpose

And endings

Parched while drinking

And moonburnt

I begin to laugh a sort

Of eerie misguided laugh

My peel is retracted

I contain no vitamins

Watch television

Piss

Watch Television

Sleep for 17 minutes.     Seventeen



My fingers are elastic bands

Snapping stories and

Poems for you to crumble up

Poems for your wastebasket.

Iputthecricketsonrepeat

andvomit.

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