At bottom sits

jokers wild

wild with blastments

bloodbird & riddled

curmurrings pose villianry

sweet and dangling

mingle-mangles

my storming breathlessness

as drums smoke pores

violently open

glomming torched

spun & rattling

into your arms

seditiously soaking

the bloodguilty throat

of a whir & drone iron lung

whose leaf lard

bleeds & breeds

glint, boxed-in

savagely caroms

with the fury of love

and the frenzy of death.