No end to you
Find your beginning
Find the power cord
Wield the sword
Mystery me seeks You
On my side I slept last night-
Closer to the floor—that seems right—
Frigid is the fridge I live in,
Scared and fear you are near
Regret digs into the carpet
For its dirty anyways!
Sonnets on the floor
Sugar with the rubber
Now what I love sticks to me
I do—lover with two fingers
Hands all over these devices
And the vices of death that work with me—
Now advice is to ice this—retainer for this
Ship, a bruised hip is to the man that doesn’t let go
Alcohol trash can vomit on the night stand
Can your words make you sick?
Can pain really stick to you and carry you around to a place
You never knew of?
Sanded sides of this ship
Its around here, it’s a big kind of fear