do not resuscitate this harsh dismantling of the self
I cannot live this way any longer
fractured dreams drooling out of my mouth
as I sleep in some place other than here
it is no escape for the hemorrhage
it is merely a hemorrhage of a different sort
pour me a glass of white wine
I will drink it like a shot
I was in love with your body
I call to it now like an idol
there on a hill where I built your temple
I find no answer
and I return to my God
who is vapor in my head
my viper head
all poisoned and looking
for an ante-dote
in the sprinkling of gold from heaven
that I cannot see
but am feeling for in the dark
