xercising Cream of Unconsciousness

By Paulton Serring

Well lookie here something is saying something and something is
pretending to hear it here it hero the small differences between the
flicker of oversized fake eyelashes the taStes of blood in the nose a belt
to the teeth always works wonders sobers words without letters a swing
through the jungle before it lands smack-tackie red glue attaching us
juSt hopes he doesn’t send a reply fuck know a little about this the deer
Stare lupsided lip lumping across the face with thunk-hardening pung
smell of Sticky floor beer humming wood planks the laSt thing before
pain settles in soiled sentence drabbling downcheekie cheek thinking I
won the the thing somehow might swallow my tongue along the way auf
vederszen mon petusie the laSt Tibetan monk to die in a religious war
Crown and Anchor an all it smells good down here whereever here is
. past the old ash sour Stout bootpiss hell Philip let’s take it can we afford

it dear I’m not sure sure everything gets better we'll look back on this

and if we're Still married and who wasn’t am sure this spot this spot
we'll be home sweet home sign here sign hear here we say that sign one
more time. Great.

ALLUSTRATION BY KODIE SNOW