Part 1
Fell asleep
again
in my clothes
last night;
then
woke at 2
- like a netted fish,
thrashing,
gasping,
grasping for something -
and ripped
my twisted garb
aside,
plunging back
into sleep
and dreams:
Part 2
On wings
of wax and cellophane
through sun's red rays
I rise,
a backlit monarch
glowing fiery tangerine,
I rise
and melt
in Sol's embrace
then fall
like rain
to
earth,
reduced
to
tallow,
sinews,
blood
and grease.
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