Ezekiel Said

I woke up with my stomach roiling and
Fingers stuck in my teeth

(This was and was not happening.
Simulataneous combustion of bullshit and beer.)

It was easier to pretend, not know the slick static
Of words pressed against my ear--
Porcelain and indelicate, lace made of metal

Oh, oh, oh!

It's nonsense, all of it, disjointed and floating
Heads on sticks up asses and there we go,
Find the rhythm and ride, fuck its tight ass into submission

Coloring your brain with crayons can lead to consternation
That lasts and lasts and lasts, ends up with you
Snapping your teeth and sneaking across the floor

Never catch me unaware, not again, not like that
Not the way you think, I was watching that one time
When the boy fell down on his own lies
Teeming with it like a disease and I counted the
Pixels that made him up

There weren't many.

Me though, I'm still sleeping in the wrong hours
Making clocks out of Eliot and holding hands with borrowed Angels
Too bad, so sad and thou sealest up the sum...

Just like Ezekiel said