when the sun fainted in dormitory
his sleep was confined to sporadic naps
on a bunk as narrow as a kayak
until restlessness grabbed and shook
the circadian out of his rhythm like
the bulging yolk of his eyes
were crimson easter eggs.
circling his privacy with talons of chatter,
the convicts in ado performed an orchestrated
concert of absurdities: who murdered who or
which officer has the fattest ass, as if
the body of the Atlantic stood in between.
he assimilated into the maze, it was
too difficult to absolve. hidden
currents, dark crescents
rushed underneath his eyes.
he never noticed the stain in his dialogue,
the simple remarks unravel and thoughts
run diarrhea; words are drooling
Lou Gehrig, lips
balky with no concern
on how it comes out or who it affects.
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