Bats and their translucent ear-wing veins.
The light from behind them is only
a single light bulb or a moon,
for they do not fly during the day.
They have boar's noses that snort.
They looks like a rabid horses
with buck teeth and yawns so great
like snakes unhinging their jaws
and will eat cows whole.
Fat, fat, ballooned up and floating
over a valley
not unlike the lake,
serene as it is near Mt. Fuji.
Ballooned filled-of-cow boar bats
floating over the lake near Mt. Fuji.
I am fucking crazy, I tell you
but that wont stop me from dreaming
of my fingers more violent than yours.
Jagged and nailed.
Sharp and gnarled.
Across my keyboard,
every letter is a rusted nail
I'm sticking my fingers on to.
Good thing the clinic does
tetanus boosters,
but it's too bad they don't do those
for the imagination...
because it's a perilous place.
I know that quite well,
especially when the figures
chopped and bloodied
hanging by my ceiling fan every night
haven't gone away in over two years
You're right, Sara, this typing is very relaxing.
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