oh yes... and this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuGaqLT-gO4&feature=player_embedded

Draft

An Incubus


slipped into the bedroom well after

her catatonic blundering left

the thumbturn haphazardly horizontal, and

she, drained by drunken key-search fumbling,

left her wide yawn last to close

on the night. With the clanging noises

to gain entry blunting the edges of all

other sounds—the whine of hardwood

panels under pressure as they strain

against the nails that hold them

down—her ears are turned to inward

silencing.


Hypnogogia is off for the night, subdued

to the shadows by flesh-bone-blood—

no need to creep around the body out cold

and dreamless, stealth lost on the piss-drunk

girl, still vacuum-sealed in bar-sweaty

spandex.

She stirred, mumbled.

Still again, the intruder, treading the fine line

of grey-out amnesiac security, pushed

shadows from eyelashes across her

cheekbones like ink stains her mascara

made the morning after.

The sun slunk

in through hang-over inertia, and blistering

recollections leaked pus onto her pillow

as she sat up, the sleep-sand deserting

her eyes. The fragments reassembled

into a limbo somewhere between

dream and memory.

An incubus

came to bed last night.



^^ not a true ending. plus the indentations are all fucked as well as the linebreaks... yeah...