Almost half awake blanket warm That strange lopsided walk Of sterile corridors A smile in the side Threads of rotten teeth Holding desperately to silence Except the ventriloquist muttering That untowardly thinks; you left a bird inside Obtuse and andiron blunt Chest too cramped to so childishly fly Arms that half stretch out The sinews almost disconnecting Wishbone flexed To that hyoid shout That leaves me palely clinging Against the ribs a cowl A rose in my mouth The glass has two faces One folding in The other folding out Falling sideways Through the airy space That I halting breathed The miasmic shape That you left behind
