Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0802120915060.18674@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: all day i sit at this fucking screen, not fucking
Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2008 09:15:42 -0500 (EST)
all day i sit at this fucking screen, not fucking but the brain's left hemisphere's twitched and reamed again with crystals shunting cells decayed and sucking out the last dim landscape i might have ever dreamed . fingers stall, breath couples hard with chills against a bandaged mind and damaged brain . no longer shall i climb that landscape's hills and turn towards tarn shined dark with bloody rain . i'm born here, died here, screen looms, the world is flat, dead animals pour from sour skin, i shake for something else got wrong then right, a scat i leave behind, the drowned dream drains the lake . my fucking flesh reamed sucking wires dreamed . my fever's rising, chills turn the brain's hills rain of flat blood, gave a shake of scat now steamed then charred, lakes slake, sparks suffocate again .