the tongue in its deep kitchen cooks things too.

such numbers as dragons burglars characters.
they pitch sharp active shadows in the pantry of bone behind blind eyes a-dreaming.

iron tar & dark leaf in the cast dark.

EAT .
eat.
EAT .
eat.

edges angles a hundred crowded sorts of grey.
also a hundred dollars' worth of ordered flowers around the day's dead in his one polished one-time box.

eat at the terminal cafe EAT .
eat to a nice Seth Thomas metronome.

EAT .

sleep though seems to be the creature's normal state.
with the waking world only a lady in waiting & all the great chain gang of being there simply to make good solid sleep possible.

the bald O speechless baby neonatus deodatus.
baby sleeps dreaming endlessly O O endlessly dreaming sleeps baby.
each full-size new blue eye being exercised independently.