Caution (original) (raw)

"Lucid"

I am fat, my hair is fat, I have no socks and I am late.
Yeah, it's Monday morning again.
Weekend hazes linger thick and languid
Eyes so heavy-- tired to the brink

Daytime sex and grey martinis
Some tidbit of weekend inspiration
Or maybe it went something like...
Midnight moanings and slender cigarettes

Can't remember the definition of lucid
Is it a tired word fit to title this slip of work?
Or is it awake and unforviging of this whooziness?
So look it up.

Not simple at all,
especially with cold toes (at leat they're clean today)
and a nose that would defeat Maurice Johnson in the 100
Getting a head cold.

Cough, sneeze, scratch
Wait, it was candlelit showers and cinnamon shnapps
There was a fish involved somehow too
Or maybe that was days ago.

So confused,
Who left their nail clippings on the carpet?
That'll sore the eyes and flip the gag relfex a notch
Like naked flabby, furry...nevermind

The music twitching is annoying as hell
Sick of this disaster (hangover?)
Back to bed it is
Let's try Monday again in a dozen hours or so

Oh yeah, it was daytime sex and grey martinis

"Water Watcher"

I watch the showerhead
fling unceremoniously
its contents on my forearm

How pretty these snail
drops slink to the drain
Reminds me of another

drop I watched recently

saline

Precipicing a cliff
between a blue iris
meadow and an unshaven skin chasm

Before I was done though
You called it home, too afraid
to loose it
ski jump it

over your bottom lashes.
Watching December water now
Captured in snowflakes

whirl waltzing in a topless sky

I've got tear adventurers too
Hiking up the slope of heart
to head

I can keep you balanced on my arm
(for observational purposes of course)
Or brusquely brush you
to join my shedding hair

in the drain