Dialogue

a serpent is kept in this pillow a mentor and critic blue all the day and at night begins to jade how can it hope to be any more than a(it?) can not a human but a low thing its seminars languish in failure scribbled in spidery, spit-spattered achres long long drone there, a lovertheif that must suffer it all suffer directly and squeeze and gather up your sheets and swing and swing and swing in isolation quiet please I am locked in with you like a fiend from some film I can't quite remember sour and neglected friend whose old skin became hard unnamed but now a face at the window so let us do death as I am already in parts from promising dreams I cannot deliver mad and dejected lamp that has never gone out just condemned to make shapes on the ceiling you don't fool me now with a calm demeanour in this washing of thoughts I have watched your blood boil slow now we're simply pieces estranged a blinking beacon and boat separated by some heavy shroud this skin sticks like a mangled cloth to be wrung and wrung and never dry out press in feel the passages swim from a wall of dark eyelids where memory plays like old film of cells reticulation unclean, unsure unclean and elevating peel from the screen such paper-thin fingerprint wings cling and constrict in cellophane twists so suffocating the snake is in the nest to swallow every piece of recollected guilt it forces me to keep the snake is in the nest it tightens in the night to keep the meat distressed and lock me in its sights