focusing on the
kitchen chair
steadily i begin
to stare
at the molten
marble
table square
yellow and white
flying creatures
lick and bite
what is it
walls are breathing
watch my fingers
bubble, seething
is it so
it must be so
for now does
my toe slowly
split in two
a funky
gibbet
molasses in
green says
the spiteful
whippet
Mickey and Donald
slip out the door
as the floor gently
masses a
wave against
the wall
collapses
ceiling breathes
tile and ceramic
wreathes
what am
i obliged
to do?
strain away
from four way
hits of
window pane
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