Dead men as clothes
Death in beasts
Young men as clothes
Clothes as feasts
Where I have been
The smoke-stenched smell
Will continue to haunt the
Afternoon of fire
As an awakening life
Fire as my pretension
Eating at my heat
Reality is
One shape to another
Abstraction
The Ariel pledge
Dreams engendering dreams
By then you had learnt
And of all the talk of equanimity
Within freedom

I chose
Analysis
Paralysis
Never the condiment
Souped amongst the remains
Selfishness is a concubine
Amongst your thoughts
Swallowing up the
Strangest of virtues
King among men
Strangest of all violences
Jettisoned against a sea of people
A sea of mouths
Scared to the point of extinction
I float protected by my birthday
Wincing at the collective mastication
Through a definite sense of caution
Borne through a sense of
Over-reaching