The skeleton of the nightmare
I.
The de-intellectualized picture of the soul -
the showing, the rock
perpetually lodged in the throat
II.
(Control is slippery, like a dream(Control is slippery, like a dream
(Control is slippery, like a dream(Control is slippery, like a dream
(Control is slippery, like a dream(Control is slippery, like a dream
(Control is slippery, like a dream(Control is slippery, like a dream
III.
hurt is not anger not at all all the anger in the world in one small
room a room getting smaller smaller all the time
IV.
Fuzzy clocks, incoherent
phone calls
everywhere there is
someone it is trying
to reach
but can't
remember