one

candied white scabs

torn from a cloud

,torn

ripped topbottomese

providing evidence

to an inspector

attempting to look

before squatted

lips

finding Calvin Klein a

veil between

myself and the truth

in helping but not through

my signals

dissolved into things

filtered from ears to

pagan myths teaching

however untrustworthy

where the lines

begin to blur between

saliva and schizophrenic

hallucinations .And between

one w/whom i am only

casually acquainted

"i know you-- do you remember

me?" filtering her thoughts

and worshipping her writings

like a god

Ive' lost all sense of

manipulation

for these pages

taking another

like a godd

ess moreso than

candied white scabs

torn from a cloud

/torn at the first sight of

rain