too often

                 in this coffin

                     this deadspread

                            dustbath

                       dance of decay

                 delay     delay     delay

 display of many fallen-out teeth

  

                            incomplete collection

                                                singing

  the drama of a stranded someone

 selling frozen teardrops unsweetened

    to the neighborhood dreamers

hoping to someday sink to the bottom

                of the upside-down world

   all dizzy from bloodrush   

   and waiting for blackout

                              back out and everyone's

                                                               lost

   in this whatever you wanna call it

we can't really  but can get out of

                                          get out

                                          get

        splash

goes the ink  across the desk

  and onto the floor

where the dog turns its teeth

  into a door

a different color

       baby brother

            to smother

  

                 smile

this might take a while