forth, down Eskimo, tired old mole diggin’ deep
inside the rotten whale carcass
those savage sleeves come bloody
sensations
arms from the largest opening
you fell inside the suffering quiver
light with the fever
panic kept cold in the back room
hoses tight for the few, felt insecure when held close
a corpse tolerates a rubbing
understandable paranoia, these mental projections
disorder front lobe
armed rebellion against the state of indifference
you beggin’ star
you harried deep
summer solstice on blue
eletro-coals
radiate
consciousness
YOU