The Automatic Ladder Poem by Dylan KD.

You blink at the worms
she tolls on your thigh
jumpstart the black hole
and electricute my time

sink to the river
mauled back through the drive
dunes of erasers
crumble for the flies

and from holes which breathe your fame
grip the storm that feeds the game
and droop through your noose
to cling to a myth
drink from the porcelain, emptied
by the King, in his dish
pull the attic til dusk
watch the lynx cough up bombs
hook the cabinet mist
pouring tides of the swarm
stalk the featherless pigs
while the mannequin warms
and destroy your mechanical palm.