My spiraling gears hundreds in a stalk
gargantuan laughter, harmony in rust.
The man & breeze were gentle
Staining many nights with tender talk
drowsy lips and shakes, drifting hands, lust.
hot full time or bust
the towers took in our chests good & true volumes
in our hearts, trembling caricatures topple: dust.
The black thirst of a young man’s future comes
like a thief, kisses women in secret,
and dies happily. Virulent tongues breaking
it’s a must—
dribbling pain in my legs
screaming for and from reducers
no longer regular
unbreakable trust
the shock of ice water
arresting my processes
