friday i slept late

when the crew vehicle rolls a slow bouncer
to the linden tree too smooth to eat
​i listen to my cohort of apples oranges and pears
and wake up exhausted in the land of no sleep

it was so exciting to slumber
in the sudden wet pool i can describe exactly
or else forget because i'll again slather
one two or three percent of her cashmere cheek

so i eat some of the crew vehicle
before the bottom of the sea comes to eat it
grinding the proteins of history into one atom
you grind up like charlie chaplin

there's an empty place on market street
where i used to ask for my locked up dreams
i imagine the naked woman there laughs
till my eyes crack open and bleed

she reminds me it's too rainy to go hungry
too rainy to remember my friends
is it dinner time or september
i'll go outside to see if my dogs

arrived with drops of water 
from the burrow of names 
and bellow