The sweat and the balls and the chains
and the socket and glory and beautiful breast, thighs, and mouth
and deceased, and depression and family.
The tease and meat eaters and the torment sight of foggy apartments
and the state and the city.
The bruised and starved and patient.
The envy and the vent.
The stretch marks and slight lazy eye.
The buildings and the office and farm.
The mug and photo and Prison Music and Cherwaty.
The reused words and the ringing of my ears.
The lecture or the advice.
The girl and the girls.
The world and the tour.
Sheets and filled nose.
The light and science and you and scene and acts and sweet.
The filled stomach erupting in fines and earsing shit.
The church and the believers.
The published school teacher and me.
Tip and toes and over grown nails.
I am knees deep, shaking from cloths and every layer of smoke.
Shatter the false Hamlet and I am giving ignorance to the jewels and the dogs.
This is not or even sleep.