this is no good
it’s been hurt we should pull it knock
out the crown~ expose
the velvet entryway
enter at first with possible violence
the enjambment
might be a shock

witness the drill silence
the rotting root~

it goes on and on

the corrosive hole rimmed
with titanium
with whispers
like someone needs saving

filled with disparate
insidious favours

you say:
it’s time you stood on your own two feet