fell asleep on
a mobius strip
of wrong sides
so no matter
how i were to
finally awaken
the day was truly
well and fucked

the coffee still
dripped slowly
the only percolation
in my dingy place
as i force myself
to leave the cave
to enter a world
of dreamy disillusion

the only words
that seem clear
in the predawn morn
have bile spattered
on the consonants
the vowels all fall
flatly and unumlauted
from maggot lips