beautifull and of course tragic the livid boy of the low

in his mark a pierced wrist or palm he says he takes

the chasm opened gently like a cardiac wound.

how strange. exciting. can we co-exist?

or if your feet hit the cold of paved hatred madly again

in blue-black ways i feel your pulse or the quickening

of your iris bombarded with the sight of your own

stiffened blood. livid boy? man. for patryk

oct 26 2003