wishing for a nap in the afternoon

free man, freeform and free from...to long to explain, but believe me. bruised on the arms because we bite them in our sleep. we sleep slow, slowly. we dream heavy. I want to write down all of our dreams but I can't because they are forgotten in the morning. sulking is over. clucking is over. you're tripping over your own feet. your own feat. feathers. fly. this is for the emancipated and loving. loathe breadmaking. yeast rise. fist infect face with bonecrushing intensity. but that is the past. all this is the past. the new is now and bright. future like new furniture smells fresh. no cat piss. no what-ifs. saintlike in my disengaging face, in my nevermind look, in my whispers. no redemption. no give-me-back-what-I-gave-you. no favors, no friends. just me and my radio...