Codeine: Parts 4 – 6

4. see? how the day
won’t?
come?

rushing back
see?

how shadows
won’t?

stay
in the dark?

hear the mess of dishes
grinding noise in the apartment below

sirens

small child with sparking, broken toy
my head cracking the vacuum

who can say it is over yet?
or even at its worst
–we fall from paradise
as swiftly
as we did at first.

i listen as you go on
at length
about your stuff,
“… will not go back to that excruciating heart break
of a shit-eating job!
“… will not retreat to my head-closet ANYMORE
as the creature
THE MONSTER puts on my pants
my glasses
takes up that ridiculous key fob…”
and
and
i think
your face

reveals the child

but your prostate
and your ranting
are
on the wane

and we both know

come monday
in the
cold
light
of morning

you will go.

“oh, night,
you’re a child with a fridge trapped inside…”

5.
Marzipan: What?
Pyjamela: What?
Marzipan: Didn’t you…?
Pyjamela: What?
Marzipan: I thought…?
Pyjamela: What?! Fucking WHAT?!!

6.
(mono radio drama voice)

this is Buzz Light-head calling Space Control! Come in, Space Control! Hmmm, that’s strange… Light Head-buzz calling Sparse Control, come on, hem, huhhhh, come on,

Cream Rinse wash away our sins

with your Comfrey Breath

come
washer woman

smooth away the wrinkles
in our aging souls

as we water polo
the only question

worth
asking:

what do we mean

when we say “wet”

(a slight jumbly in my tumbly
as a gastrointestinal Hindenburg
aflames to bursting)?

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