indefatigable
crooked pins
raked see dolour
endocrine
wheezing as i wrestle with
phlegm celebrating
the bedposts of
the future long
pillared by guardians
of the body saw
everyone as errata cake eaters,
spoken melodrama
forty thousand vertebrae
a smashed
face is still a face
to grip no
gargling
under its
suds throat
the hot life
the rope
chi up
to exhaust, to
bring hours bliss
overturned
all this,
the one
who wipes out
sin had everyone
submit a
langoustine but
some people ate
theirs and had
to resubmit
life taxes
in order to enter
downside-up
skin ballots
diurnal
patching
in hoping
the brain walks
here it is, & against
our tongues
without emollients
rift is made
the first violence
