Once I'm dry
enough I burn -
my brine underneath
your nightdress
all pills not
working their
cruelty -
what whispers weighs
(When I lose at the
track the track wins
so everything goes
round)
I lost a leg-up in
the war
and loss is my
favorite rant
against the rage...
recognition-slave
as she looks at my
plaster
all gold-leaf
admission
broken-armed
stencils traced on
casts without reason
wiggling balance/O
Neverland
that's how I move.
Riding my dream