nuthin'

i have moments where i think i may

be crazy, especially when i realize

that i've pulled the covers over my

head and have been talking to myself

in french for an hour. it's true, i've

been dreaming in french too.

and you don't have to say a

word, i know how you feel.

the necessity for words has

decreased, but the need for a

feast has increased since the

image queens ceased and here

i am talking crazy again;

taking sleep aids in the evening

to keep my brain from bleeding

and trying to find something that'll

help the words come back to me

because i wrote a sonnet in the

shower but then i couldn't remember

and then a poem in french -

couldn't remember that neither.

so then sleep with wet hair on

my back and fishy eyelids for

sleep and dusting my feet

and being hypnotized is nice,

goodnight and goodbye.

a hundred things on

my mind so i just sing french songs,

drink wine, lie sideways on the couch,

try and think of things to write.