collecting my teeth from the gutters

i stumbled upon a diamond mind of thoughts and fury


and as i crushed my cartilidge into the cement


i found the remains of the clarity that i once maimed

I could hear the street toughs calling me from beyond the lights


and without a sound and without hesitation I followed suit


I realized that i was now a footnote on the sidelines of a poem


and I could not escape feeling like the torso of a woman.

A luxury down there, a trap i know, I musn't get too comfortable


I was thinking about all of this deconstructionism & how i fit


I then thought about the french revolution
and how i inadvertantly played a part in it.


A car swooped by and threw my emaciated body to the curb.


When I shook it off i began to collect my teeth again.


Los Angeles on a Wednesday night is peculiar thing


It's a disturbed heart and a collapsed lung with morning breath