In this collapsing star

we are united by the kiss

that never happened

and hung on its yearning hooks

plastic vapors crawled the skin system

sheaths bristling with conscious currency

warm pockets for the coldest feelers

fresh storms of blood spattered cash.

Spat into a clearing

with hateful phrases clinging to my flesh

printed in each cell, each

with its special nano-fortress of delicate poison

each fork of reason wrecked

by teeming wreckage,

each fucking word.

Born to a eat a stone

and hack it out in massaged fragments,

born to be eaten by the wounds in time

and then by time itself, stunned into silence

by your beauty's lies

the appearance of a scheming tide.