a man-shaped tree in the distant woods
asked which way do you live
there was an embankment by his window
where i inhaled the dark
i wanted to be buried in the desert
abandoned at sea
turned into a war clown skull ornament
for whoever smiled the least
i ate dark syrup fruit cocktail
from a hollow baby doll crown
and flossed my unctuous gums
with a blonde nylon lock
i wanted to be a stoic mystery
a port-o-john fruit medley
a sexless innocent