Mechanical Human August 14, 2009

Bruised bags under my eyes
beaten by flicking hands, fist
drilling minutes, seconds,
splitting eyelids – a flutter
similar to an immobile,
perched set of robotic
moth wings twinged by light wind,
trying to keep awake.
Each tick of the line
slicing silence in two’s,
then thirds, sixtieths, then
into those unheard minutes
before noon, or was it
midnight the night before,
this is where my knees feel restless
and [...]