infinity girl

sleeping ever since

the dead talked to me last night...
scratched vinyl voices heard through the
blood pooling around my unconsciousness

shone with greasy reflections...

resistance and sublimation
if only it were this easy

...as if wishing to read in the horoscopes of those discs

the real secret written in hieroglyphics of spots and scratched lines...

when she slapped me awake I was disappointed...my lips looked like deep blue fish