tiny hands

an orange beast bleeds on a

bed of hair a closet piss and

mice your face contains a

lens a handful of dogshit

approaches I slept a burning

shirt vomit streams from the

sleeves I groveled and spun ¿what

door is banging in the hall? rain

and chimpanzees fill the

shopping center and my triple

sleep falls off the bed falls off the

bed faucets explode in the walls

and the mailman slashes the phone

with a rusty breadknife