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