we walked across boston, pensive and utterly mad.
the intoxicating fear, the brilliant streetlights,
a full moon looming over metal and glass.
electricity and gasoline.

( i tried to inhale, and!
caught sight of wire wings as I
fell to pieces )

i am bored these days by confidence,
smug smiles and dry quips,
that drip, as it were, down the back of my spine,
skirting the mind.

but you! and your burning eyes!
all the world could freeze and-
well,