twin show visions
whispering from beneath the sour hiss
of the pump fridge coolant hum
the dust darkness smirk
as fun as the stark stare of the kitchen
window

winking red light phone
a stack of messages
before and before the tidy
hours slipped from a sun filled
departure to the midnight
arrival

blue bus thunders past the
lights a universe of flouresent
apparitions staring

i can read the walls and calculate
the codes from channel fifty four

and now a card the front desk
angel when i strolled through
propped a chair on the door
and layed my back to the floor

the shower is bugged
thats why it echos
they are sending me
through time with each
echo
each beautiful flicker of
the cold light

they want me in the rains
when i met my twin
the dark licking down
erasing our identities

i was ready for the pulse
wave dance
the clubs where all the
beauties are sending
messages with the curves
and twists

morse with the great eye
a projection only the
chosen can see
the future
i still have the sutures
implanted mechanics