sure-footed man on the flat old ground
needs something big to wrap his heart
around
and away flying my three thirds
subsidized bread and wine to transcribe mechanical
words

all of your soft parts are worth their weight
prospective
promethean
nights and hungry days
only air time can pacify
so shade every feather but don't
let your song bird outside

like a foreign organ in a man
sewn up tight i'm
alive
in a frozen moment at the threhold i'm
seizing for
the off
switch

these parts of you make a comfortable wage
another return on investment come of age
to be pruned of your wandering mind
would i curse the demon who turned back the clock on my life
?

LIKE A FOREIGN ORGAN IN A MAN SEWN UP TIGHT I'M
A
LIVE
IN A FROZEN MOMENT AT THE THRESHOLD I'M SEIZING FOR THE
OFF SWITCH

FIGHT OR FLIGHT
INDEMNIFIED
THE EDGES FALLING OFF