lost myself
in the spiraling
of dough and
cinnamon
floured nose
as the kids snore
low bass rumbles
a tectonic dissonance
in dissociative splendor
as i roll up the
hungering nothingness
gently brushing her
lips against the
back of my neck

i sink downdowndown
through the cracked
linoleum into the
crawlspace between
states of unbeing
clinging to the shards
of faded memories

merrilymerrilymerrily
over the edge and down
the drain we happily go
chasing the things that
want nothing to do with
the discarded mannequins
abandoned in a dumpster
behind the old sex shop
on the corner of right
heart and wrong time