Edit 6/10/2013
In this twisted menagerie
I awake with stripes
finger-painted on my hide;
the sort that only appear
the morning after,
when my eyes are closed.
Shouts and flashes built my box
and I am independent of the floor
I once commanded,
a transportable label that others know
by osmosis rather than effort. I am the moan
that passes complacent lips.
Fragments of me leave
in iMemories. Collected and centrifuged,
they would yield nothing but sludge:
omitto tacitus
Original Version
I awoke with different stripes
finger-painted on my hide,
the sort that only show when your eyes are closed.
Shouts and flashes built my box
and I am independent of the floor
I once commanded,
a transportable label that others know
by osmosis rather than effort, as they
absorb the quiddity you stapled to the bill.
Fragments of me leave
in iMemories. Collected and centrifuged,
they would yield nothing but sludge:
omitto tacitus
In this twisted menagerie
I awake with stripes
finger-painted on my hide;
the sort that only appear
the morning after,
when my eyes are closed.
Shouts and flashes built my box
and I am independent of the floor
I once commanded,
a transportable label that others know
by osmosis rather than effort. I am the moan
that passes complacent lips.
Fragments of me leave
in iMemories. Collected and centrifuged,
they would yield nothing but sludge:
omitto tacitus
Original Version
I awoke with different stripes
finger-painted on my hide,
the sort that only show when your eyes are closed.
Shouts and flashes built my box
and I am independent of the floor
I once commanded,
a transportable label that others know
by osmosis rather than effort, as they
absorb the quiddity you stapled to the bill.
Fragments of me leave
in iMemories. Collected and centrifuged,
they would yield nothing but sludge:
omitto tacitus
It could be worse