June 9, 2008
Just in the mood for writing.
I’ve got a robot in my mind,
with razor blades for hands
working as my muse.
The rust from its gears,
A glittering, chocking snowfall,
Its steam hits the dome,
And the acid drips down
Searing images and words into my central unit.
Contact with any acidic liquids makes it
Scintillating detail, as if astral projection were the cause.
First in Rome, then in Sri Lanka.
Places I’ve never been to, but my imagination has gone already
And left me!
It will be back again on the 10:00 pm bullet train
to the quiet little city of
Which is now located in MyBed.

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