Handshake

live again...
cut out all indecent past lines
word forms
made into flesh
cut out all infected flesh
bleed all the black
blood
throw out the lungs
& the liver
retrace the unfortunate quotes
rewrite the very first scene
move back
to the soulless scenery
of birth
delete
all incongruous
hurt
conspire w/ the bright ghosts
of dawn
retire into the
dream night

live again...
in the wilderness' memory only
as one of the lucky
bastards
one of the fortunate
changelings

continue to grow
drop lines
make money
spend it on kasbah blue harlots
buy'em scarves & boots
dress'em for the proper
occasion
they pour so much sugar
into your eyes
that the salt in the stomach
don't hurt
anymore
& your heartache
becomes a spider

live again...
decide yourself & be again
whole

whole in the moments
when eyes meet

whole in the fragments
of a handshake