"One dark night, unjust soul's repose sunk in a midnight past my midday's cure, I rattled blind down corridors, stuffed my loud bright watch beneath a pillow 5 to keep the silence out (the between ticks tick). I danced with mirrors, slept in blinks, threaded whiskey like a life-line to my glass. I spun our wedding ring to a gold globe and waited the balance out; how it rang against the stone! 10 I cannot think; the one world whirls.... The world's pink ears are crammed with speech; I, I, I, I, becomes a hollow sound, you infect my eye, enlarge to a troll.... My bruised head floats in a goldfish bowl."
From the collection "Red Bank"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.