holy calamity

almost sleep, kangover visions
glowing interlaced orange rings
fractalized olympic bubble nets foaming into
each other's peripherals, jumping jump ing in and out
in staggered hyperchoreographed patterns over streams of neurons
lulling me to hypnogogia which becomes
the subswamp of sleep, that place i live for
that place i'm almost
HOLY CALAMITY!!!
SCREAM INSANITY!!!

that handsome-boy-modeling-school track, the MP3 alarm for 7:45
when luc said he needed to get up
to work for the depot, the rehash industry
he's a hard worker, i'm glad he doesn't mind
that i blog about him, i think we're getting cooler about that
us internet age people, angsty drivel? yeah, there's a pebble
in my shoe, and there's dirt under my feet, and there's dust
in the corners, and i sweep it up during my kangover
when godliness is next to cleanliness, when the gleam
of the tiles is my only hope of holding myself to gether
the days blur together

morning
one hour of sleep, if you can call it
primo hypnogogia, kung phosphene

the days blur together
don't remember which drugs i did last night
but i remember
who's not in my bed
who i'm still not over
yeah, i remember that, yeah

i will be thankful for the million little pieces
of james frey, they're all i have