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like a giant I step high to the floor
crushing it beneath my immense weight

like a feather tumbling down in quilted air
laying it flat like an obtuse angle

like a fisher man I had waited silently at my bait
setting the sharp hook of my dulled wits

like a lifeless, flat, overbearing sea of color
so bright it burns white into ashen blackess

like a friend putting out a cigarette on my arm
when the ashtray is full of life

like a swarm of ants hunting for their lifes blood
I smash the bone china of the toilet bowl

like a hail of bullets doing a U-turn at ninety
laying vulcanized rubber on the open road

like mr. spock raising an ewbrow and the corner of his mouth
the door hinge of my mind is squeling for oil

like a crude slick this word is candy
just trick-o-treat and the sweat something to eat

like a bowl full of water you can only drink
a fish out of a glass of beer if you tilt it back just so

like feeding these words to your fingers
your eyes cannot feel them only stare

like two glowing coals they are icy cold
my hands touch her back as she comes for comfort

like a vat of acid I embrace her lips
the caress of a dump truck and the song of saw

I've lost it, I'm grabbing, this one stops here.