Born in an electric chair
with an eloquent grin.
All the rapture in the rib cage
discharging an infertile script.

The prison bars of other people
and their tunic arms
stuck notes for invasive bread
a bullet riddled violin
the only sash I have left
straying to a poison stream.

Bones from within the flesh
mouth behind mouth
dead pages giving birth
to a wooden map
the sparking brain and skull
still vigilant within the ice fog
a sling shot leather egg
brown tooth kaleidoscope
a prophylactic leer.