I autoflog like a friar
who fell to ******* one
two
too many times
by letting these songs play
the ones we heard in the dark
the baby birch and the *******
eternal king
and the grimes and the glows
of those nighty night lights
that cast on your blue veins
an idea that you had died
peacefully while you slept
any more I die while I sleep
attacked by wolves like me
and a basket of fruit