"trancenoise spine"

If You solve the mystery, Then I get a shank­—

­­—snack. A wire transfer headed south of your

hem and haw. Your cat knots around intentionals

Your father just had his third heart attack.

I am overdrawn in every sense of the word.

1’s understanding of 3’s sin

Hardly working, hustling Dixie—chess

And math and dingy inhalations vex

Long celebrity: self-pitying solace who

scrolls infinitely through a contact list

to find no party to intrude upon.

Enumerating that which has been, the

sum a landfill heaped and reeking of some
                bottomless repetitions that sunk cheekbones.