Nosebleed by Nick Cooke

all over the sheets…. wife…..ripshit
…………did I sleep-pick my snout…. excavator
…….or is this ….. beginning….  slow
degenerative end? Or not so slow….

I read…. woman…. red polka dots
……………………on…. pillow to The End….. little more
……….…. the shake…. claret-cluttered nostrils
…..and it made….of Keats,

……….who coughed up sundry…. knew
from bitter fraternal …
……his legacy …..from quality,
…………. no time …. quantity

Blood is life within
………………..but…. feared without
…………………………….if we want….
old bones

………………..A little spatter…. long long way
……..the spray
…………….before
…………………..the storm

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