{AND HE CANNOT SLEEP}

the restless night sounds sleep reside in hidden light lit from the side the back and forth a pendulum swings and as he sings we think he dreams but in his dreams are darkened rooms and in his bloom is sweeping fumes and the swell that rose from the well was imposed on the rose that froze in its well worn stove and baked the pie thrice twice mine in the shape of a heart insecured to the banister when the canister was banished for the menace that the six pence couldnt resend no matter how many times he hit the button and no matter how many times he hit the floor he got up and rose a little higher until the glider that was imagined on to his arms became realistic in its depiction of the action of falling scalding and dissolving resolutions that rang in the ranks of the roof tin stuck in the proof bin and gnawed by the truth sin against the grain of the agents that hate sends into the raked gents and the raped hints that lead to the answer but you couldnt dance her half way to the moon!

and in answer to the question you never imagined the newer model wants for the lack of a starter and egging inside of the nest egg beside her was once stuck inside her and lactated iron directly into the bloodstream until the body turned poison against its own blood and indeed the flood came and solidified stumps of the limbs that remained became sturdier and stronger and lost their limberness and lividity which lived through me until my final breath which was penultimate in retrospect but a bit more potent than the fleeting craft which sailed last out of the harbor on the way to the sideshow where the inventors could peer at it and leer at it and out of their jowls their jaws betrayed themselves and the whelks were whelped with the help of the felt that was spun from the fiber of the stem of the brain and christened in painfully spirited rain until it hit the northern shore of south helpless and the strain on the grains that were planted were restless like the sleeper of the freer of the slaves of our predictions and were layed upon layers of our rotting hot perdition and shoveled into trucks that were driven onto tracks that lead onto rails that were trained to not come back and loads became boats and boats became births in our mothers greatest womb of the worlds nature flute which is played only on days of resentment for our treatment at the hands of our gods who were entered into entries about crimson coated rods and with our sceptors raised high we glanced up to the sky in answer to the questions we never asked to try in a court of law of heart and hardened the castle came tumbling and dumped out its plumbing and the prettiest castle had the shittiest pipes scraped clean by the flys who grew bored of dead eyes and would bore into sites just to lay out their fifes and join into the chorus of the wind marching song and would play right along just to hear their entrance falling and the enticing part of all this was the lack of milk in august when the ranches opened harvest and the ranters sent the farthest of their ideas into the sphere that was straddled and graced with a jeering steering in the right direction and lacking erection the building crumbled from time and disuse rather than the destructive fate that was envisioned by the destroyer who was never mentioned because his opponent had a monopoly on both reason and raisons but great things came from grain before less was made for same and both are offered gaining profits lasting in a chain strung from the start to stringing cars and stinging hardly hurt the scars so we added acid after acrid left and at the ancient axe blade ate our last tray gave about face left the planet placed in ash trays

FIVE FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TEN