DIE HARD OR DIE HARD



where did my sores go
are they in these ears whispery
dipping their honey hands into my broosed brain?
what's goose?
what do you want from my body
this evening? i am dry
from too much of-a nothing
i am leaking empty from my holy polk-a-dotty body



shake my neck so the fruitbirds fall from my faceleaf
i am a crackity crick crooked from too much looking