I danced barefoot with the darkness

Holding out for the hap stance

I give waxed ear to the silence

I am an heir to the violence

Guaranteed grieved, some still believe me heartless

I jump o’er the new noon time moon

I leap over the subway turnstiles; ticket carts

Tear limbs off of plastic doll parts

and with filled magnum balloons I come too late to be too soon

All of this is to be dismissed if life imitates art

You have the dirty neath your nails and palms too

Do you see neatly yourself in sections?

Do you sabotage the technophile guru

and the whole hearted miss direction?

Take my hand and if not I will with you

I live off the cliff’s lips and the bluffs edge

I eat the pie’s center first then devour the wedge

Leaving an empty tin outside and within instead

to be cleaned and quickly sent over the ledge

Completely depleted, deluded and repeated met