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Roll up the sea and put it in my pocket.  Tell dark eyed Lucy with the sun bleached hair that her kisses burn like blue bottle stings and her sighs cut like razor sharp knives and her voice crinkles my heart like a breeze ripples the sea; and tell her to meet me by the fisherman’s hut in the hour when pelicans sleep and I’ll let her slide her hand in my pocket to feel the rising tide.

don't jump rope in the bath; it's silly.  so says the great dumbock: the god of square livers and overweight teeth.

A breeze dries my hide hanging on the bedroom door.

In the shower my soul sings and scrubs away its glue.

Over the toilet bowl my skeleton rattles hollow of its

marrow,

Dawn sleeps sickly pale under restless sheets.

The moon swirls anticlockwise down the sink.

The sun pries anxious against the window by the stairs.

The stars fall upon the carpet and wrestle with the fleas.

The night fills the empty bottles that crowd the kitchen

table.

My heart beats strong behind the freezer door.

Words snore in a pile on the floor.

And the air is stale and all is space without you. 

i hang in the closet, all sad and forlorn

The moon is knocking, but I'm waiting for dawn..