• my broken gundam corpse
    shone busted
    (complete)
    with it's cockpit module hanging out by hardly any wires

    they strangled the significance
    out of my persistence- a horse-headed
    (their heart-races)
    lady took my bones to arrange on her mantle

    harsh was the winter, bodies floating becoming thinner
    how did you survive



    reckon the molded moments have

    concluded finally, handing themselves back to the
    (begin to)
    bacteria of their instigation back to the

    how did you survive
    how did you survive
    I'm around but hardly alive-
    stop insisting I'm completely deprived

    shone outside as if lights were the party
    parrying with a warped sword I held-
    (joyfully)
    onlookers

    (observed)
    were afraid to tell me point blank that it
    wasn't Excalibur but a sad limp telephone wire-


    step by stood my feet brushed the concrete,
    each tile decided to turn to sheep-skinned bleats-
    transformed my air to arsenic
    took my thoughts and gave me nothing
    (rising tides, fenced in)

    the messages with it i was sending were too pathetic
    to be commendable; nor were they interpretable as
    anything but-
    (sent)
    nurses are burnt shimmering restraints-
    if only they didn't all seem descended from wolves-
    perfectly formed bodies so full (yet completely empty)