"Delirium Tremens"

Written By

Quill an Sprague

Millions of shriveled corpse-hands

With protruding yellow nails

Float in starless space

And screech down a million blackboards

To infinity

Until stretching from nail to skin
The globby red strands of meat snap

And the nails crack-bleed

And flip double-back

And the boards transmute

To coarse sandpaper walls

Leaving millions of red tracks

Until the fleshy tips turn to bone

And scrape, scrape, scraping

Leaving thick resins of marrow

Like trails of slimy slugs

And it goes on and on and on

To the rhythm of a throbbing temple . . .

Quill an Sprague is a gruel-eating, low wage working proletariat trying to survive in a small cowboy town in Oklahoma. He has nerve damage in his ears, lives in a world of chaotic, cartoon sounds that he must struggle every day to decipher into human speech. Sometimes it all just makes him want to bang his head around in the rubber room.