die rabid

over chosen wink 
 he hasten –

am i to die rabid

 maii heart dry shreads?

here scattered strife 
 there her skull forming?

and does a mechanimal 
 silentman 
sigh more if racing?

‘O wHy’ he sigh

 bronze steel ore stored

in there and after

 such very luck.

wine and webs –

 that’s where i never go.

bereft, wrecked.

 and mechanimals can man

said kittenwhore.

 woman has that

winter gender

 and licks lichen

covered plots

 on the right night

north side of the flag

 swinging in wind one

like a bug in love

 often dies wanton

but w/o lust –

 bitten.