Frothing regret & promise of a pillow--
The past through hurt—
Discovered out of the lightness
Put velvet between my vertebrae:
The glands of a man are ill-built hands,'
Adept to seize
Put velvet between my vertebrae,
let others gather your poses.
I am tired of rending
In the rind of your elbow--
A standby tree, snailly emotive,
Along distance whets
The eye a metaphor of toys,
Harbingers of gesture satcheled
Past hurt in the insipid nightbread
Muffining of the violent glass.