You are on the floor
against a natural locomotion
a dribbler suffering
engrams laid in lordotic
curve hearing the finest noises
curtailed in a fulcrum
hides history past for equalised sleep
quick into coltish laminae
an inner body experience vanishes
to the head, the worst climate
of all how to use a telephone
that's time and money comrade
sing for me a tune
out the ladle of ethical fact
they took my name and put it in a rose,
and they'll never give it back
