Without a paddle or even
a conception of what paddle is
Where is friend? Where is
anybody? Everything that was
& will be in my book
until I am woke
by drum-sounds in the early
hours
The duck isn’t real
nor the water but
a water of the mind
To the sea
with me Where is
wind? I’m am
a plant a cone
in the shrink
crinkling candy wrappers
as the ships
are listed & your
canoe is not
among them because
you ate
the paperwork
Where is lamp?
I love
dark & night
is when I sleep
without a friend
without a skeleton
with just
snoozing &
snore Where is
sleeping
cap? Gas
mask? Who
these crumbs
adumbrate.
Get sleepy.
Get sleep
perchance
to float all the way
to the octopus’s
hydrothermal electric plant
powering a nation
of cracked phones
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