9:38am hard to breathe in the morning
sinuses go to war
navel gazes back at me, floats
a question:
“who did this to you?”
these burns, slits, scratches
are fabulous
(eager to show them to you)
enjoy waiting
for the skin to grow back
*
11:16am have erased everything
sold my guitar
trashed myself like hotel room
dust rushes the room
thankfully
still know all the words for food
*
12:00pm ‘life gets you
in the knees’
scratching pain
while the sun multitasks
*
5:20pm sky is boy’s & girl’s
(pink clouds stretched)
still know all the words for food
& know you from photos,
(in some your face survives)
*
5:46pm was once a great lover
of books
I keep the nails sharp
bleed from scratching
smell of breath mints
*
8:12pm room dark
eyes suck on monitor-glow
no recent updates
a joint to curl me:
night passes quickly this way
muted TV
reminds me: haven’t eaten
*
10:18pm haven’t eaten
(all these demands)
taste my teeth:
breath mints
make an effort:
head tilts toward kitchen
*
2:13am say what you want about me
but got myself a good setup
wired, rigged
no need to leave keyboard
watching you
all this time
2:14am frosty monochrome
intercepting your walk
(knowing your brittleness)
& loud clear
your pulse
charging the speakers
(c) Stu Hatton 2007-09
a collection of thoughs
sinuses go to war
navel gazes back at me, floats
a question:
“who did this to you?”
these burns, slits, scratches
are fabulous
(eager to show them to you)
enjoy waiting
for the skin to grow back
*
11:16am have erased everything
sold my guitar
trashed myself like hotel room
dust rushes the room
thankfully
still know all the words for food
*
12:00pm ‘life gets you
in the knees’
scratching pain
while the sun multitasks
*
5:20pm sky is boy’s & girl’s
(pink clouds stretched)
still know all the words for food
& know you from photos,
(in some your face survives)
*
5:46pm was once a great lover
of books
I keep the nails sharp
bleed from scratching
smell of breath mints
*
8:12pm room dark
eyes suck on monitor-glow
no recent updates
a joint to curl me:
night passes quickly this way
muted TV
reminds me: haven’t eaten
*
10:18pm haven’t eaten
(all these demands)
taste my teeth:
breath mints
make an effort:
head tilts toward kitchen
*
2:13am say what you want about me
but got myself a good setup
wired, rigged
no need to leave keyboard
watching you
all this time
2:14am frosty monochrome
intercepting your walk
(knowing your brittleness)
& loud clear
your pulse
charging the speakers
(c) Stu Hatton 2007-09
a collection of thoughs
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