and here a gash,
a small pinprick of pickled prickly-ings
of feelings, curled buttons on cobbled coats,
turncoat tapestries of time, and here

and here a lash,
the first blood-letting of you letting me
flow over the edge like a gaseous substance;
like a viscous ooze gooping away;
slow moving, slow go-letting
and still stuck to the surface i am /
trying to escape

and here, a crash;
the smash-bundle peel of a
trainwreck in half-motion /
Everything slow, everything
pummeling the side of gravity
with a flaccid pick,

the muddle mash of a mess of moments
striking in silence /
Here a gash;
bandaged before the bloodflow
but still oozing, molten, viscous; ⇠