9.9.14

The Hanged Man

These knockings,
Abrasive ticks,
Scratches,
And Tocks,
Tacking to crumbling plaster walls,
Retract,
Blunt with rape,

Ground,
And Grinding,
Come,
Ungrounded,
And undone,
Beats barely,
Breaks,
Blood vessel,
And burst,
Blinded,
Broke to fix,
And thrown away,
Left by yourself,

In a shed,
In an elephant graveyard,
Corrupted by powers,

Your hunger,
Forever,
Bleached clean,
Ash to chalk,
Heaving,

Heavy,
But hopeless,

You God damned fool.