currently sans cigarette/so this pen will do nicely/
chewing plastic down to elastic nubs/I’ve got
one(1) bottle of wine/and a mind full of reactionary
annoyances/I’ve raised the white flag of/(cloying) self-deprecation/
in order to stop the synaptic/[concrete street-races]/from getting out of hand/a shrunken man/rubbed into microscopic proportions/by a hand-less eraser/shouts ‘goddamn’/before every potentiality/blasphemy to redeem the/madcap rhapsody/in his head/ he’s only playing dead/only playing dead/only playing dead.