On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt...

When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed...

This jungle of words.
Fear, like a badger...

Unpunctuating,
fear will slice the time...

Wanting to know about
the violence in cuckoo's nest...

The knife peels off
the silence...

Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle...

Need mercy for a
Freudian slip...

You were aging by nights.
Days will not seek...

The ancient war is on.
You kill...

An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside...

Be laid:
with your private wounds...