This is a poem I first posted here in 2007. 
But I've revised it a lot since then.
unplugged
day two of rehab
the raw bed
no exits
air soured by puke
*
steel-cold/sleepless,
unable to lift
dead weight of hours
*
deserted eyes
lucid-dream:
running city steam-alleys
to cut a repair deal
*
ever try a sprint lying down?
(it’s exhausting)
& old half-chances
twirl like char-flakes
from a churning paper fire
*
(outside of visiting hours
a squad of beggar-ghosts
makes another sweep)
But I've revised it a lot since then.unplugged
day two of rehab
the raw bed
no exits
air soured by puke
*
steel-cold/sleepless,
unable to lift
dead weight of hours
*
deserted eyes
lucid-dream:
running city steam-alleys
to cut a repair deal
*
ever try a sprint lying down?
(it’s exhausting)
& old half-chances
twirl like char-flakes
from a churning paper fire
*
(outside of visiting hours
a squad of beggar-ghosts
makes another sweep)
