Escherville
by Dan McNeil
plus waking at 3 am from bad time dreaming of those archetypal twisted
corinthian columns wrapped around my face suffocating autoerotic asphyxiation
downstairs took some pills back to bed alarm woke me at 8 am struggled out of bed
but things didn’t seem quite right floor was attached to springs wobbled felt
sick went to bathroom image in mirror frightened an old lady with straggly grey
hair wizened mediterranean features stared back instead of me a 34 year old
man staggered to the toilet and threw up nothing much just last nights pizza and
the floor was going crazy now on a ship in a force 9 the wrong pills were
taken so down the stairs but they seemed to go up and up but when the top was
reached the bottom in the hallway was there this was really fun and water flowed
from the ocean later ran back up the stairs but they seemed to go down even
though when the bottom was reached the top appeared again so ran down again and
the top appeared the downstairs hallway still waters run deep they run now
suited up and almost ready gazing through west window sun swollen red neighbour
in garden raking leaves or body parts his wife is missing into piles ready for
burning rays from the same sun penetrate window enriching wall mounted print
of Escher’s Castrovalva no people in this picture just barren hillside and
empty buildings taurine smell of cooking my neighbour has butchered his wife and
then this partner thing said to me why do you fucking write this shit