neon pepsi rocker
blue
behind a lucky hat
large like a thief of thick love

crying like nitrate
I stand
in mortuary
as a misanthrope
my porcelain skin
unclear
to sorted eye

I'm an alleyway-baby
and even more jackal than I look
hallowed be the wagon
upon which I hitch my limbs
sinewy and sunked-eyed
I am spider glass
working on wine for my mother
and sunshine for myself

and one more time
under ingot willow
hang with me
until confusion
correlates to clarity

run