Das Oath Fishing In The Fissure
sneaking into combat with a pocketful of change for a
hundred plus bad reasons thse feet start sprouting routes
leading in figure 8's and S curves down to where the sun
don't shine, the wax on this bald giving head, this wet
towel at the foot of the bed, spread spread spread pink
turns to red and then black into caverns that leak dry
and crack with misus and abuse; bedroom hoppers that
screw into wall sockets, discharge, and dispel until next
Saturday night, these time clockers, these walking gym
lockers