Drifting off in a hot bath one night
my eyelids fall to the sound of vocal
samples didgeridoos drums in length that
peel me like lavender or a deep rem cycle
I find myself in a water main curving
by my spine underneath the occipital lobe
the faucet drips when my toes slips
the dripping is dark
while the echoes are green
the walls taste like rust
cut my tongue to birthday ribbons
how does anything exist
when nothing can be seen
I walk the length of the water main
dangle my feet at the drop off
if there were a piano I would play it
over the years my eyes reach
the size of my skinny swinging fists
the ambience has become
more than I can hear
less than I can touch
nothing I can see
I just want my girl
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