someone is stereoing outside
and i can feel the echos in my chest
like palpitations and pulpits meld n rest on 
elder capillaries rupturing across my skin
linen and grins
spinning out on the icy bridge
of my nose, those of us who still feel
at ease alone, all groan and joke crone  
gloat and broke homes broke people
eye and a steeple, a weeping angel
cradle haven and strangle in stone prone arms
i can disarm myself with one syllable  
and my swings and strings bring
reliable schedule to the devil of my brain
and besides i have never been sorry in my life
are you the demon or the beamin’ drunk god
beam on, your smile yr wile while i continue
going eviction unnoticed like power grabs 
and back stabs reaching forty thousand feet
keep peeking behind an old dresser
for my keys and autumn leaves
and i leave but only in cleaves and peeves