in fact      a dark hat hung on a hook   looks like   a well behaved black hole cocked correctly   on what must be a very serious wall      some delicious picture of proof      a human yell kept in the glass and gelatin   yester second of someone's great photograph      rerunning luke and nothing like it looks   across your ever so slight appetite for life      completely indulging your fat american eye   as you walk into the warm chest of a full waiting room   over flowing with a great deal of and a whole lot of carpeting      below the skylight   there is a bright boy, thumbing his eyes closed   in a rather emotional amount of sun   and he can't seem to explain why he is almost constantly w/goose bumps      you've walked into his very sick second      thick as the farmiliar and dark instant   during which your kitchen light sticks      your cells stutter ever so slightly   and reverse   your eyes are off   yet you can still see   climbing through a soft spot in the clock   eating out the stiff fruit of a photograph