Cornered

If I'll be seen

in a corner

slowing my pulse

discoiling your skin

in my hand

to let it leave

let it be

and alien beings
taking from me!

jet haired pigeons
always taking from me!

If I'll be seen

walking out

I'll be leaving you to eat

while,
I'll be wired outside the shop of your fancy

the walls that hang the stuffs

that lure you in-- 

fine strings of the deli
hang-ing

presenting to you,

an array of
tings

unwrapping themselves to give you wings,

disloyal lodgings of other craving beings

and silvering...

go
find your other sightings!
dig with a pick

And if I'll be seen,

in a corner,

slowing pulse,

discoiling skin,

then you'll have unwrapped

your tinny tin tins -

come back to me cornered!

with entrance fees in

to a cave all stoned up,

to your booted feral whims

...................