purpling
and heart-beat still
we lie
strung together
by a discrete distance
of sheet and dismay

i say one to myself
i say two
i use numbers
like a magic chant for sleep

four
five
six
seven
eight
nine
ten

i reinvent the art of self-paralysis and
turn myself to metal like
Super-Jumbo-Erector-Set and
i imagine that i can unscrew myself
limb from limb

until i stop imagining
as my brain becomes a
Symbol of Industry
trying to obey itself and
punch out on the clock

and it goes
clack-clack of a wooden loom
clack-clack of a wooden loom
clack-clack
clack-clack
clack-clack of a wooden loom

i go zoom i go vroom
i go moonlight, starlight
give me the space between words

words: hil cato
music: armen danelian
voice: anthony correa
alto sax: joe hrbek
guitar solos: mutsuo maeshima