untitled poem

file-buster
axe hand
taken to the lock
so sparks fly
at the plexi-
glass covered eyes
axe hand job
gold plated teeth
and lips make
gestures
flavored sugar
sour
waving at admirers
through
the prism
that is
in completely clear
if you had the time?
four hands are not
better
than two
that function fully

excavation—wholeness

kissing through a grate,
black holes
bring freedom through
suffering; the abandonment
of want.