taken by a gliding feeling,        reeling in a lot


       ass on a stump of years spreading               chained open






            every tank of light is closed off       by     lashes of money


hurt the self, fall on a wire      new to the only sun          the dripping of


 blood on glass     the singed piano     striking up the rhythm of the floor tiles




        taken by a striped and impenetrable feeling,      hands on a long row of metal carts




 for the money that wafts from the sky      for those who lovingly control it


   for the chlorine grin at the pharmacy counter telling a lie to the air


 sting the self's shadow, taste its resemblance          fall down in the depths of


     grandma's garden