Friday 5 July 2013

ACCIDENTAL EXPERIMENTS IN SLEEP DEPRIVATION


again and so -

plastic shades here are lurid as toys
and morning sounds batter and rush me 
vivid
as
HD cinema 
or drugbomb

my minds a moon walk/a mercury swill

feet are diving boots 
and their
metronome motion mesmerises
the slow tick and blank tock
behind
eyes
low
drapes 

how, i think, it is that all coffee is empty now?

it
was
hot

it
was
in a mug

and it tasted strong

but EMPTY of accelerators somehow

and the student drs - of course i loathe them

wear earth tones and sea colours
like turd orange and mould greens
and 
words like plums rush out from underbites and deep Grant clefts
too goose fed for skinny hipsters and fitted shirts
and
no one needs THREE pagers . . .

again and so 
their lack of presence/awareness/actual mass
would
normally,
on some bedslept day, 
preclude these babbleclots/these chuckle-clumps
from
REAL 
loathing

but today - 
again and so, the coffee was empty!
and the 
morning delivery tall/wide/large/urgent
wobbling in stretched film corners of weak plastic wrap
on a split and creaking pallet
almost
a
DESIGNED hazard . . . 

today - they block the corridor 
a dam of Gap and Farah/all low belts and tiny bags
with
such an EPIC lack of spatial awareness
that
i
grooooooowl 
hands
wide in a silent plead . . .

to mere shuffling and no eye contact
at
all



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