gargoyle on the sofa

did i did i did i

dream? last night’s

free fall from sober

into a hallway of

stars, there was

lightning and they

teemed with scars

and spilt alternative

faces

i

remember

head long

on smudged

leather, the

backseat of

somewhere

forsaken or

other

words were

made groaning,

and spasms

reloading, bullets

down throats,

head is a jar

shaken with

alphabets,

was i was i there?

someone’s cologne

stank like soaked

flowers, it threw its

necklace around

senses, i am a

carton spreading

with stains, can’t

quite remember

anything shaped