a strange day

this is for when the radio is broken and crackles like uranium orchids.
this is for when the fohn-wind rattles the telegraph wires like a handful of bones.
this is for when dream ambulances skitter through the streets at midnight.
this is for when you get caught in a sleep-riot and the sky is out of order.
this is for when your sex is full of voodoo.
this is for when your clothes are imaginary.
this is for when your flesh creeps out and never comes back...