I believe in drum n bass;                                                                              electrical currents
Endless nights;                                                                                        magnetic impulses
Battling sunshine.                                                                                     follow the sweltering pulse 
                                                                                                       oceanic sin in
Just let noise carry you through any barrage of high cut filter blasts that melt your brain            radio fuzz
and crashing metal that sends your eyeballs into cataracts blind to anything but sound.                bleeding 
                                                                                                       two ways mind-fuck
                                                                                                       on copper roller coaster sucking fuzz
                                                                                                       through your headcage
                                                                                                       duck and jive
                                                                                                       swim through shark bait
                                                                                                       orange chromosome water 
                                                                                                       hooked to fish smells
                                                                                                       and orifice swells         a sweltering ocean
            i always dream                                                                                                      life boats collapsed
            of the dead                                                                                                   sinking ship of substances
            and i always die                                                               on          page seventeen.              cephalic capsize
            in the dreams                                                                                                         psychogenic demise 
            tearing my flesh                                                                           crab-walk windowpane
            with their rotten teeth                                                                    suck the glass             realize real lives
            and my blood                                                                               kiss infinity
            never quenches her thirst                                                                  dervish                          dirty portal
                                                                                                                              through oven mentality
             nunca.                                                                                                                            burnt 
                                                                                                                                          blistering       
                                                                                                                                             scarred   
                                                                                                                                                       scared


 
                                        the writer--originally attempting creation--not holy creation--
               creation in the form of a narrative--structure--some sort of coherence--
originally intending to create rather than destroy--he finds himself--alone--
                              trapped in wordcages--bound in punctuation--victim of his own creation
                                                  --a prometheus?--
                                      nevertheless--that which was intended never began--
                       only a sick flesh vestibule--                                                                       a dirty portal
         entrance to a head-hole where upon entry all things seem the same--topsy turvy--                               soaked in sweat
                                                                                                                     dripping prose
                      and s                                                                                        through worn clothes
                           i                                                                                   i dreamt myself a ninja turtle
                            n                                                                           not in flesh, only plastic, a toy, a creature
                             k                                                                      i also dreamt of bombs--of trains--always trains
                             i                                                                i find sleep to be a painfully long train ride, always
                              ng.                                                        avoiding it--the ride home; sleep; i dreamt that a great storm was
                                                                              coming, a massive storm, and on the train people were being ripped out of the
                                                                     windows by the snarling winds like murderous parents. on the horizon great storm clouds
                                                               loomed; threatening skies; a brown effigy of god vomiting forth vengeance...
                                                                     his fists--great grey thunderbolts--shattered all. lightning pierced
                                                                           the bodies of his victims, the earth and all manner of man-made object.
                                                                                  
                                                                                           i saw one girl get struck by lightning twice.
                            
                                                                                                       and she survived it. suprisingly.

         and the dream shifted course, as dreams tend to do, the chaos, death and confusion subsided, the dream
            divided and before i knew it the twice struck girl was lying beside me, naked, a small fragile form
                                                                               but beautiful, despite all else.

            and my fingers spread through her brown hair and she smiled at me earnestly and i merely lay there,
            she reached her arm around me, kissed me, her hands crawling across my chest like poisonous spiders
          i gasped in fear, my fear of females in dreams as bad as spiders, choking back the orgasms like tears
      
                                                                                                     supression;
                                                                                                                and her head moved down
                                                                                                                and fell
                                                                                                                         off
                                                                                                                              into
                                                                                                                                    me