what we, she really looked bored, fast
the cast, of characterization
how played in and out is your plot
negated, subject, hidden minds
math's of war
outside the gert, its rude

finely tuned shelves of rules
labored doors low castle brows
santa monica mockery
venice, the property
one staircase, the roll of rocks
down the up bends of frets

haiku and voodoo laughters
scientist wrong sides of verily's prayers

I was starving in
Pennsylvania.
One night, I had
enough.
Done with it all.
The poverty and
sickness.
The drunken mad
nights
and dog-fight days.
Brutality for breakfast.
Served sunny side up
runny yolks with
butterflies trapped in
the yellow sunshine.
Spiders built webs in
my soul.

I stood on the torn-up
couch in my living room and
yelled at the walls.

Listen, you devil.
You want me, you better be
ready for a fight.
I paced the floor like a
washed-up heavyweight champ,
eyeing the ceiling like a
drunken sparrow in a cat's mouth.