random firings and self adjusting tension arms
and struts before sluts
across the street, down the tracks, words
don’t heal as much as they cut
square root of a negative
your functions make no sense to me
your failures are a light
is a way
to make a mark
a way for me to be free.
making changes with fluid action antibodies
to cut off the head
through the chamber the cylinder fires
resurrecting and back from the dead.