Random Rules

You know who I am

You do right? Time and walking lengths

some of the fear of Spain, you have none,

you chose the living, at a very young age.

Who is leading anyway? The dog or thee.

The very understanding of the world, me

the cloud-dump, the cancerous lung the

vent frais of yet another matin inbred.

You know who I am and you like that

and I like that, oh how I like that. You

know it by heart, and the shape of recasts

regurgitate. For me, at me, from to place

is now, peut-être. You know me. Maybe

you do. I have the dead, you eat them,

your move, but I guess I ate them too.

You know who I am, this winter icing

over powderburn [that was confessing]

to the crime I've earned. Guilty to have

led you here, turbulent, induced body,

translator of one language to other than me.

You know who I am, nickel and sweat and

copper. C'era una volta, you know that too.

You know who I am and I like that your seas

are as black and as deep as the ones I can be

in this place where I am and you know who.