deviant burials

i found myself this morning
unraveled by the bed
re-arranging all the secondary colors in my head

subsisting on a thick grey paste
that tastes like god's last guilty pleasure
unprettied in the ink, i think
                                  i've found my buried treasure

now my left eye sees the future
sutured scenes through opaque
screens of wax
while my right eye closed
and over-exposed
only sees it snowing in the past