clones and cuts
weave curtains and nets
then place their bets
on naive sluts

like a Roman advance
conquer the worm
vanquish with poem
force my hands

rolling thunder
to my core, vibrations,
I need representations
your intent to plunder

a word, a kiss
a desire to write
a hurt to right
the fates' miss

i need you to take
a chance on wrong
an off key song
and poetry make

with me