Life On a Hitchhike

Life on a hitchhike A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled into occular armpits, no explanation. Hands that once felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the flesh depart, skin crawling with old breakfast sausage patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh does not win. Careful. External refuse hidden bonds confide in mass abuse of internal bliss like factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say goodbye like used coffee grounds At last gasp I set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor. Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake I praise a restless content over a form boring of less than glib compose and promote a position of erectile tissue and ooooze about time , space swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation at arms------------------------------------------length dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.