In The Ether

pieces
of warzone
and nails
and erotica
leering out

myself in a mirror fragment on the floor
tchaikovsky intrigued by gacy

i can turn my bike into a pipe bomb

i can emulate the waxing of the moon
and we can all fall
like ashes like plague

goddesses and assassination attempts

holding somethings hair back
as it vomits

and shakes

and dies from the arsenic