more than ever
i need an enema

or an island of my own

the general public
can no longer determine
squirm from quake


i won't go back
to hanging tears
on the wall

most people
await "The Jesus"
to provide a salve

to put his finger
in the wound
all the way to the marrow

and for him to lick their sweat
before he takes his leave

i'll pass

and settle to be
the bunny
in the rusted battle helmet
   —stealing from the garden​