Answer empty phone calls
and another demand of flowers
A seven week anticipation
but never more than eleven hours
of incentive abstinence
with my cervical vertebrae
I cant make my experience
in this profanatory disarray
I delegated all my powers
may Levin now steal my breath
Blood and thunder in defense towers
where I analyse it to death
Just live towards another climax
Climb this hill and hell come
A crest in jest, amusement tax
I love myself though Im scum
Rascal, sly, a frog is dead
Im seeing spectral infants
on a lucid screen, I said
I admire our love child plants