i turn into a ****** addict while drinking on the windowsill.*

the quasi head-banging on the windowsill,
an animate thing imagining
itself being inanimate,
torso for the crumbs of stalk bark,
limbs for branches,
thoughts for roots,
emotions for the winds,
fasting; let the head on neck lullaby a wobble,
and let's leave it at that, to begin with.