Insanity’s produced at the
Potter’s wheel, faster spun
As skill grows on a curve
Sloping up from down,
Keep within the cart,
This ride’s bound
To kill you with
Confusion

Feet fold into them-
Selves, shelves of ideas
Behind my back,
Deep tracks and ripped
Slacks, hanging to
My body for warmth
In this winter where
Delirium falls in inches
And dementia drops
To negative numbers

And I walk slow,
Stable-footed, cane in
Hand, deep grooves of
Wood like ribbons and piled
Balloons, stretching at its side

Light has left your
Eyes to meet me at a
Road’s boundary, where
Everyone lives at the end
When broken bones, hearts,
Or minds conduct

Your voice floods the
Airwaves, sickle-shaped
Noises, scars for me if
I stay behind in this
Raisin flesh, freckled,
Forever trying to
Escape

So I determine
Distances from my
Place of certainty to where
You might be, throw cons
On a balance side and
You on th’other

Weigh down hell, devils
And nothing with your lips,
Fresh eyes and words kept
Behind your ribcage
For me

I walk into the snow-
Storm in naked shivers,
Old teeth in a glass jar
Three feet below
As I ascend the stairs
To love