untitled
My jagged shards
of capitulation
to the animal rants
of an unknown station
Speaking chants
--the incomplete betrayal
that befouls my skin,
the very last thing I own
Seared & twisted
into dormant mixture
threatens to intoxicate me
& burn me alive
w/ my soul a mere effigy
of a time
when I did more than just survive
18 July 2004
