all holed up. like a rattlesnaek
i eat eggs whole and my mid section is lumpy
i break the egg inside im all humpty dumpty
last night i had the child dream remembrance again
it was in a punk house this this time
and there was an orchestra of unpractised
disconsanance. the maestro wave he drum 
sticks around the room, telling who to play
what and drumming like a speed freak
ripping down the interstate in a hot rod
truck
& generally fucking the good fuck
he got mad frustrated at the kids who 
couldnt hold the time, couldnt keep a steady
something. he look at me he say you
play guitar? i nodded short and fast like a little 
boy. then i got on and played 8 notes over 
and over and it was steady, and it was kinky
and we got along good and made a lot of noise
eventually i got very bored and rolled over
and waited for my attention queen to get over
it. I dont like to drive fucked up after the sun comes
up, i said, stealing words from a real hustler of
the americas, magnet of blessings and spender of them.
i dropped her home, we talked about the 
impossibility of love,
i went home, i feel asleep at 7:30 am,
i woke up at noon, washed and spent from
the blow and the noise, and like a zombie i reorganized my room,
i put my bed on the ground under the window, i put
the bed frame like a cage around the couch,
i went back to sleep, i woke up at 2, i ate a huge bowl
of pasta and went back to sleep uncomfortably full.
i woke up at five and showered. i popped the black
heads on my face. i got dressed cuddy i went
to the coffee shop, i talked to my twin,
and here i am. waiting for time to pass.
always waiting. time always passing. it's unbearable.