onto a coat-hanger trigger
ounces of consequence
spilling from chigger wounds
and bird-watching eloquence
pulls that shock known as "hair"
[what did I know about
blood about critter dancing
what lagomorph might I please
with so little a line
and am I the same thing
prodded while scrumming and]
tossed wet into the neighboring courtyard
gushing knowledge of pigs of rabbits
me crouching on tangled throats
or our children (compression?)
. . .
and the wigless
those drinking the shock
brandishing weighty manifestoes --
THEY surrender to an absence
while others find their toes the tips
in languages and vices
and that's that sprawled out on a rug
paw on That's trigger
I'm gonna scrum your shock, Nuh.
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