The Bedlam Process
2004-03-30 @ 2:46 a.m.

Penned black scrawls, words, incoherences
Sleeping slouched and fallen on thin, blue lines
Working sideways, neck cramped reading what the work says
Carpal tunnel creeping into the body's designs
Inked idioms of crazed, romanticized bull shit
A rant, a story, poem, sonnet, or ode
A form of prose for one's self to transmit
From one to the next, page to tongue, thought-sewed
Veined brains clutch at alphabets of sensation
Reading nonsense sentences structured on ball-point highs
Fucked forth from lethargic annihilation
Shaken visibly enough to kiss the sky...

Excuse me.

<<before - after>>

The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12
- - 2008-05-06
She knows I can read. - 2008-05-06
William Jacobson - 2008-05-02
Lost Boys - 2008-04-30

everything © Claudia (2003-2008)