Two tablets, nothing written,
a monochrome army, portraits of men
who I'd dreamed of being, portraits from
men whom I'd dreamed of being like,
fluorescence buzzing, white palmetto
and moon on the field of blue,
dripping from the drunken roommate,
misplaced aluminum disguised as silver.
My self in fifteen by fifteen by twelve
and awake too late for sweet dreams.
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