Nerves are flesh violins / ballet trees / I refuse to dance for aristo-
crats / My lust is Russian / I’m mad like an eye in the brain / my nerves are trained / electric, lunatic in moonlight / …

after Muju & Wile E. Coyote
Unzips from head to toe / pokes holes in the hulls of boats / shreds
totem poles to walking sticks / violins to toothpicks / hardiest of
weeds / cancers back at torn root …

Hammers the anvil to sparks,
conducts a chorus of crows.
Speaks with turntable hands like Terminator X,
schooled by scratch & break.
Wants to be Joey Ramone or Thurston Moore
on your bedroom floor.

Struts like Terspsichore in sneakers, quits …