four
spit my teeth out
i am fine look
living walking talking puppet strings n sinew
all we think is all our own
was a well and washed around
walking wait and waste a spell
living loving shaking tickets where y go
well it wouldn't want another way
rip in like the spikes and go away,
look n watch the dragon chase itself,
pace and shudder all the obits past,
living is this living is a splinter in my paw i think
i hope i hope it infects soon
it's what I spoke,
babbled brook,
leather face and foreign cook,
the dogs are tired all the time
and we're far too short on it
these days,
it's just the breeze that keeps me crisp
my love, with hands like hedge,
dead winter,
i think we'll call it quits here
insulation mouth,
sweetheart!
never touch me again
sick sharp cotton mouth
fiberglass shell
remote viewing
hold my head inside my head
sick dry lung sick sick
capra in the mirror-sick
eye hides from itself
forced empty for a week to flush it out
never clean again
there's a shard of glass in me, I
can never dig it out