SULKING DRAINED THE FALL OF MY PALE WILL
SWARMING BY YOUR STEPS
LICKING THE ANKLES OF BLASPHEMER GUILTS
IT ONLY MEANT TO DRAPE A PLASTIC
OVER THE STUCK PIG SCALP OF HEAD
TO COVER THE SOCK WHERE THE FLATLINE HAD SPREAD
THE KIOSK IN MY TEMPORAL LOBE
IS SHAPED LIKE ROSALYN CARTER
SHE SAYS MY MAP IS HOME AGAIN
BUT TORN FACE DOWN
I HAVE ONLY BUT A MILLION BLEMISHES
TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT
IN THE END THEY JUST GAGGED ME
TO MAKE HIM COME OUT