Wednesday, March 11, 2009

automatic

the bed has cast its eyes on me

it has millions of eyes

there are yellow and greencast
and the britches, of course

the little puffy automatic eyes
that bristle when kicked

I found you crumpled

at the bottom at the foot

someone’d kicked you

pity and you were bruising
pretty but the only ones watching us

were set for sleep and sex

cast me out and see
what you catch

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