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It could be this minestrone soup of chemicals
Marinating around in my brain
That is keeping me from the grasp
Of sleep

How long can this go on?
Will I be sitting here, at the
Edge of the bed… like a gargoyle on the corner of the rooftop
Waiting for the sun to come up
And return me my stoneskin armour?

More likely than not, that malaise
Will occur ocularly…
Red bloodshot and feeling like
The lids had been changed by
Those same slicing rays…
…to sandstone

Like we used to walk on
Down at the crick
At my grandparents summer home
In the country.

One thing is certain.
If I don’t try, it will never come

1/25/2006 1:02 AM

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By means most drastic,
The cut, the eradication, the stitch, the rend…
By this formulae known only to those secret
Academicians that have schooled for many years
In the Art of the Very Sharpe Knife

With their help, I have unleashed this demon
Where before my hunger ruled, now
Its hunger is the ruler of my fate

I ate.
Now, it eats at me.
The burning question…
When will it stop?
Or more precisely…
WILL it stop?

489…420…380…365…340…315…
Perhaps I might feel less fear if I followed
The Europeans…
…switch over to metric

It was necessary
At the time.
I’m no longer approaching mortality
At least not for the same reason as
The seven months past…

I am no longer truly a human.
I am a constructed species
Homosapien?
More like Halfmosapian.

In the end, the price always
Hits you like a brick.

Will the price be merely monetary?
Or will it exact a toll from my soul?
Then of course there’s the real question—
Will I even give a shit?

1/25/2006 12:54 AM

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The chill wind blow outside my window
I open it just a crack with my trusty hammer
I let the white sharp air infiltrate my mind
I can almost feel the stainless steel bed upon which I lie

But now I do not see my breath
No inhalation, no exhalation
My body has become as solid as ice
Here at forty degrees Fahrenheit

Preserved some would argue
Static, rigid, stopped
Is this real?
Or is it just the path down which my frozen mind slides?

The plain white sheet, draped over me
The label tied lovingly around my toe…
Jim had it right,
My only friend…

1/25/2006 12:36 AM