how I want to love every crevice
in every earth and each heaven
in every rock and heart of menace
within teeth and bones and then some
I separate my thoughts by the benzos
and get bent over
and then handed some
love is in the air and all I can see
are people in their apparitions
ghostlike hands telling them where it is
two men separated at a wood diverged
two men and the wood is me? two men
where I am the two paths
and they are the wood and perhaps
to go through with it I should just
suck it up and put a pen in it
destroy corneas and lose feeling until
nothing is left and the world is done with me
