Monday 12 September 2011

EXHAUSTION

behind bedroom window condensation
i’m watching
her leave.
frost shines freezing sparkles over everything outside.
she’s scraping her windshield
with a burnt out credit card.
8.35 AM.

i’m
drinking
a thick mixture of all the bits of fruit juices
left in the bottom of all the cartons.
with ice
of course.
a dash of tabasco stirred in.

suddenly
epic exhaustion and beautiful emptiness
ignore the daylight
and
i
sleep
in till 2 PM.

up again i send an email
reminding her to piss in a cup for her dr.

a black bra special and untouchable
is left on the dark wood chest by a white wine bottle. 
i let it lay, smelling sweet
and
in my diary under this day
i do a small ink line-drawing of her laid
clean naked calm
in
my
dented stormed bed.


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