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a new way of looking at... writings >> zak mayer >> disassociation/association |
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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. |