2008-12-13
masturbating over a pictorial catalog of skin disease
I am dirty enough to make dirt seem clean.
I greyed out the sun. Asian women in white lab coats look away and navigate sidewalks of broken glass and abandoned mattresses. They enter glass buildings reflecting light of my greyed-out sun. I dial a number not to talk with someone but to listen to the phone ring and ring and finally crumble into white noise. I purchase another bottle of isolation fluid and drink alone in the parking garage. I go out after dark and wonder at how the Christmas trees kill me every single night. The music is broken and takes twice as long to misplay. |