Nettle Metal sharing ground
I want to be like sand
Nettle Metal moving eyes
reference in light
Nettle Metal structure ground
turn me upside down
This is my word, an opening hand
questioning life
once a fist
becomes a joke
a bulge I am
with many sticks
a wall that breaks
if I don’t hit
Black heads and tubes
the bigger eyes repeat the shadow
I am the poet
the bigger eyes repeat the shadow
you get hit a lot.
This is not where I sit
I do not take commands
So sad I have to laugh
a maniac who pretends
no memories, no memories
this can not be the end.