by Dave Migman
Restless, twisted sheets knotted
stomach bloated, sick, pressed
by an insufferable weight
lung bunched butterflies
silent clocks
a plateau of new-found agonies
strapped to a laughing monkey
on a carousel of grotesques
always the street
always the sound
always sirens
the revellers that feed them
A thread passes through me
I slide slowly down
naked in this bed
with a bloated gut
all that trapped air
hot air of nights drunken
slow night evaporating
in a dying world
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