Today I've had an exaltation of errours
lapping blood in the den
exploding grossly
strangling me sans glee sans pity
because it is in her nature to strangle
and exalt in bursting
she has strangled
because it is my nature to err
I have strangled in my bed
my own self
a sort of autoerotic failure
squeezing out the chances
so to joy in the blank unconscious moment
where I explode into
a world without bridges (all burnt)
sans friends
sans cash
sans every tie to yesterday
then, free to bursting
step into the day