early morning jolt
anxiety my bedmate
snuggling up close

fuck, the japanese are brilliant to come up with a poetic form that forces creative impressionism through a strictly minimal formula. i have written like 30 of these in the last week. much of what is happening is too overwhelming to write the big grandiose pieces i have been into lately. it seems obscene somehow to try to make art out of pain this fresh and immediate, like getting tarted up to go to a funeral. no, a hospital. i will not think funeral yet. anyway obscene or not, its how i cope. 17 syllables isnt too much to ask of tragedy.

lost to living death
whores jewels flash seductively
no will to resist