the camphor of your exhale, is me -
easy breathing the tear gas.

i bark like a dog.

i chase habits with discipline; chumming the waters of known sharks
that pray on other oceans and hunt other seals...
like prey.

i'm so elaborate, my symbols call ' time out '
just to catch a glimpse of my
always.

i tangle me.

a morphine drip of metronomes
yawning splendidly... a tide of pools.
an uncommon dress -
in a code, derived from the stomach -
of the throat...the next, next;  and the kept boat
capsized.

no joke.

Ha.