the creak of the steps
in between heartbeats off tempo
syncapated
while coarse
hands like leathery spiders
crawl down my wretching throat
i push past and mumble in
broken english
my first and last language
stolen sweetly with caresses as welcome
as a pineapple to soft
supple...
madness ensues and the rickety ladder
victorian staircase slides serpent like up
three stories of ancient fears
piled one on top of the other
old bones
marrow like wind blown
sand

The intermitent clicking of the
of old relays their
magnets charged and
humming softly tunes
like quasars and summer
before the rapid decline of the butter markets

a thistle whips around catching
between flaking barbed wire like
dueling swordsman with crumbling
rapiers
stumble and slip on wet
granite

"so precious" she strokes my
hair like a 1500 dollar rare breed
although i'm sure
my papers arnt in nearly so
neat an order nor
am i groomed with pedigree
but as the stockholders have proven
i can beg and roll
over