splitter

heat sink clock in the thing's of wanted
signals crossed a station sink & board my
papers lost in wind, my ink dripped off the skin,
laps you in the dreg-stained sky

angel boy winged by contempt
haunting the after-
ette want run-on nosing
can they tilt we blur the holes side my coat
unthread an acre coiling swill the charm
is writ-wall pretty nothing what
you wanted sitting sightless little
moaning gone night walking
staid two-stepping tumbled smoothly always
lobbing off the tip