Three hours of sleep after
Silky blood spilled everywhere
I answered the incoming phone call
Didn\'t recognize the voice sleeptalking
But I listened to the mirror-silver eyeball
Screaming like a seawave
Creamy sunlight reflected off the glasses
Transparent like the stonewhite mother of a dead son
Each wave lick sugared the seafront
Waxy dreamblue shadows with pineapple
Crab moving lightbeams filled the night with its fruit
I consumed the night dreamblues like air
Felt like treegum in a jar
Sun-baked, footsteps into the pilgrim
Going in and out of rooms
Swallow-white like the moon
Tomato-stuffed and orange juiced
Soup-like, the first of a kind, drifting
Like the dull purple of the budded lavender
Making silky smooth prayers profound in their size
I entered the gateway like mucous or news
Rooted like a tooth, plant in soil
Citywise eyes were snails blinking
Biting the bullet, I\'m sand in the pit
Paper shredded, in pieces, in the office
T minus three minutes, heavy like luggage
Scared and anxious, sitting like a duck on a lake
Voices went echoing into the distance
Noise turns into silence
White swallows the rock face
Dr. Hippocrates was a mirror absorbing light
Scry through the crystal ball
A lost memory in the night cell
Is a voltage in the Thames, unchanged
I remained, stable, could taste every last word
That probed into the mind, the deep recess
Bolted shut and padlocked
A million miles from the place I was
Misunderstood like a creature with inner demons
A million miles from winking lights I live
Like the bony night with pixel eyes
I am the rear axle of physics
A mirror image, blood tested and square shaped
The needle was like a gadfly in the blood duct
Wanting bee sugar, wanting it to end
Dewdrops sunk to the seagreen riverbed
It wasn\'t as bad as I had thought, like a holiday storm
I\'ve been swan white before, otiose and neglected
Unlike a pelican crossing but like midnight
A starlight with milkfeet
I have a heartbeat in my stomach
A heartbeat with goldleaf wingbeats
It was like discovering a heir sleeping
Happy skeleton in the tomb
I\'m like a healing fracture in the catacomb
Recovering from warship damage
I\'m conscious and awake
Making lemonade.