i threw my shavings
over downtown death.
saw myself in the rainbow
mirage of a cavity casing
...
Conformity's an old cuss
pitching forth from a scratchy throat.
A pawing fawn about to walk
on its own four letters
...
Self married Sheila
begetting a pair
of Him and Her
lived Everywhere
...
If smiles must lead to dust
softly, beginnings,
do not touch
the moment I kiss,
...
There is nothing
new in this world
Matter, prefabricated
nor destroyed
...
lonely were a thesis
of bones and stretched connections
a carcass-sized selection
of a hundred thousand lines
...
the keyboard's a graveyard
each letter a tombstone
I push them to flush out
the demons within
...