split psycho down two walls to a center we're not sure exists yet
mid-mind, mid-merizing, mid-memory and fascination feature
look in sidewalks
sidewinders steps
in the glass window panes down on 4th and Broadway and you'll see me
sitting just out of reach
ahead while behind
Alice in Wonderful Paradox
When I walk in a room I'm asleep on the floor
sprawled - until I hear my name
When I walk into a room
I see myself, passed out and I call my name, softly
the way you do when you don't actually want the person to wake up
softly as a bee, buzzing in a meadow a few streets over
or soft like cannon shots, frozen in time as Black and White stills
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